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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 502 | 2016-04-18 02:02:43 | 112.46 | 97% |
| 430 | 2016-04-17 01:25:45 | 106.49 | 96% |