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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 88 | 2016-11-19 05:09:41 | 62.80 | 94% |
| 15 | 2015-10-11 00:46:21 | 50.96 | 91% |