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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25 | 2016-10-31 16:22:25 | 66.28 | 91% |
| 14 | 2016-10-31 04:29:01 | 72.52 | 95% |