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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 576 | 2017-03-27 09:11:45 | 104.19 | 95% |
| 322 | 2017-03-24 04:28:40 | 81.73 | 88% |