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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 938 | 2016-08-03 17:42:57 | 59.66 | 94% |
| 373 | 2015-12-23 19:12:45 | 51.80 | 96% |