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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2016-11-02 16:36:03 | 99.58 | 94% |
| 616 | 2016-06-21 16:22:14 | 92.18 | 88% |