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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 781 | 2017-04-21 11:56:48 | 46.46 | 93% |
| 585 | 2017-03-21 07:27:09 | 45.69 | 92% |