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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 478 | 2017-01-05 13:14:17 | 84.77 | 87% |
| 463 | 2017-01-04 13:39:33 | 80.35 | 85% |