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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1233 | 2016-06-22 18:27:33 | 87.04 | 98% |
| 213 | 2016-01-02 02:13:09 | 76.94 | 97% |