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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 606 | 2016-10-04 07:07:46 | 76.70 | 96% |
| 523 | 2015-11-16 14:35:33 | 73.62 | 94% |