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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3107 | 2017-07-24 18:04:35 | 64.08 | 97% |
| 2002 | 2017-05-31 22:10:52 | 51.53 | 94% |