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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 412 | 2016-03-08 17:49:59 | 78.91 | 97% |
| 396 | 2016-03-08 14:47:51 | 78.49 | 96% |