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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1611 | 2017-12-02 16:48:06 | 64.13 | 94% |
| 1378 | 2017-11-22 18:47:11 | 79.43 | 97% |