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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 150 | 2015-07-08 15:39:45 | 95.09 | 93% |
| 2 | 2012-08-26 06:49:50 | 69.05 | 91% |