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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1356 | 2016-02-09 03:06:15 | 69.52 | 96% |
| 973 | 2016-01-14 02:02:41 | 62.23 | 96% |