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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 662 | 2016-10-26 03:06:19 | 76.12 | 96% |
| 555 | 2016-10-19 20:48:02 | 80.75 | 98% |