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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 870 | 2016-12-04 02:52:33 | 125.52 | 97% |
| 603 | 2016-11-24 19:05:20 | 115.70 | 92% |