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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1164 | 2017-05-04 01:14:41 | 88.82 | 95% |
| 623 | 2017-04-02 01:24:05 | 85.30 | 97% |