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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1120 | 2014-08-28 10:52:09 | 64.14 | 93% |
| 1101 | 2014-08-26 20:49:20 | 63.61 | 93% |