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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2192 | 2017-07-19 15:36:55 | 69.14 | 99% |
| 1377 | 2012-08-06 22:09:43 | 62.39 | 96% |