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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 253 | 2016-05-01 13:11:18 | 90.52 | 94% |
| 146 | 2016-04-28 05:34:31 | 83.58 | 92% |