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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2016-09-10 08:51:05 | 111.86 | 95% |
| 258 | 2013-10-15 06:43:34 | 102.64 | 97% |