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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 165 | 2015-03-14 17:25:48 | 86.09 | 94% |
| 150 | 2015-03-13 13:38:18 | 80.12 | 91% |