Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1064 | 2015-07-08 11:27:07 | 54.79 | 93% |
| 886 | 2015-06-23 11:42:33 | 55.40 | 96% |