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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1281 | 2017-04-03 15:59:34 | 81.01 | 96% |
| 107 | 2017-01-02 15:50:25 | 53.06 | 97% |