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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 129 | 2015-10-31 08:05:35 | 105.59 | 98% |
| 111 | 2015-10-31 07:47:43 | 101.48 | 95% |