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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3219 | 2017-03-12 19:00:09 | 120.79 | 98% |
| 1048 | 2016-08-24 21:38:56 | 99.32 | 95% |