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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2017-06-16 03:20:18 | 58.81 | 97% |
| 103 | 2016-12-19 02:25:46 | 46.27 | 90% |