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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21 | 2015-09-06 14:28:13 | 41.28 | 84% |
| 20 | 2015-09-06 14:27:48 | 61.36 | 92% |