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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1934 | 2017-10-31 19:44:04 | 105.30 | 97% |
| 829 | 2017-05-26 20:40:59 | 113.06 | 96% |