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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 446 | 2016-10-24 22:25:17 | 89.44 | 91% |
| 63 | 2016-03-13 00:39:41 | 90.98 | 94% |