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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 229 | 2015-08-22 21:41:47 | 62.77 | 96% |
| 72 | 2015-07-11 13:25:21 | 52.99 | 93% |