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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 479 | 2017-01-26 07:49:48 | 88.36 | 96% |
| 468 | 2017-01-24 05:45:19 | 86.92 | 96% |