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 | 2015-10-23 14:09:50 | 74.07 | 91% |
| 1163 | 2015-10-20 17:46:46 | 77.96 | 96% |