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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 287 | 2017-02-18 17:34:41 | 68.24 | 90% |
| 244 | 2017-02-15 14:47:47 | 67.94 | 90% |