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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 202 | 2017-01-14 10:36:15 | 30.40 | 71% |
| 49 | 2016-01-29 08:58:56 | 70.14 | 92% |