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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1741 | 2017-03-12 22:39:25 | 132.30 | 95% |
| 91 | 2017-02-10 02:41:34 | 127.11 | 97% |