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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1267 | 2016-12-20 20:43:14 | 61.22 | 94% |
| 77 | 2015-06-27 12:40:28 | 60.68 | 97% |