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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 721 | 2017-08-11 21:38:50 | 68.78 | 94% |
| 686 | 2017-07-03 23:24:04 | 65.92 | 95% |