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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1074 | 2015-07-29 10:34:48 | 88.65 | 98% |
| 432 | 2015-07-01 12:40:34 | 70.36 | 95% |