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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 231 | 2016-05-19 04:40:27 | 126.26 | 97% |
| 93 | 2013-06-25 19:54:21 | 112.04 | 93% |