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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 434 | 2015-06-29 18:01:44 | 114.06 | 97% |
| 409 | 2015-06-29 00:56:38 | 110.65 | 98% |