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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1074 | 2017-02-11 02:03:15 | 106.88 | 95% |
| 575 | 2017-01-05 01:54:24 | 112.92 | 98% |