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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 310 | 2016-04-13 14:52:39 | 77.91 | 99% |
| 282 | 2016-04-05 13:18:22 | 79.29 | 96% |