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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 565 | 2015-03-29 00:04:55 | 125.62 | 94% |
| 8 | 2013-01-09 13:44:05 | 107.24 | 97% |