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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1272 | 2017-06-21 06:36:25 | 88.98 | 97% |
| 349 | 2017-02-17 23:04:22 | 68.92 | 89% |