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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3443 | 2017-11-27 16:52:14 | 79.37 | 96% |
| 1779 | 2017-07-23 10:45:23 | 86.94 | 98% |