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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 887 | 2016-12-20 11:19:01 | 54.20 | 93% |
| 545 | 2016-12-01 18:58:06 | 47.27 | 93% |