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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2017-06-08 14:14:09 | 67.17 | 96% |
| 611 | 2017-05-02 13:11:27 | 65.74 | 94% |