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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1301 | 2017-07-02 17:26:52 | 78.45 | 97% |
| 1075 | 2017-06-15 17:46:00 | 82.00 | 97% |