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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1577 | 2015-08-31 06:52:42 | 57.30 | 93% |
| 313 | 2013-09-12 13:06:32 | 57.74 | 97% |