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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1394 | 2017-04-27 23:51:12 | 68.16 | 92% |
| 1049 | 2017-04-11 17:25:17 | 62.65 | 94% |