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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1428 | 2017-03-14 02:44:10 | 56.33 | 95% |
| 1286 | 2017-03-11 22:03:43 | 59.98 | 97% |