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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81 | 2015-12-10 03:02:59 | 158.17 | 97% |
| 60 | 2015-12-10 00:52:02 | 132.41 | 94% |