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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 308 | 2017-01-26 03:18:08 | 96.90 | 95% |
| 213 | 2017-01-25 01:36:38 | 99.41 | 95% |