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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 118 | 2017-03-02 07:57:41 | 61.38 | 95% |
| 63 | 2015-04-14 05:59:27 | 59.81 | 95% |