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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 603 | 2016-09-09 14:17:13 | 51.75 | 92% |
| 239 | 2016-07-27 12:22:18 | 48.88 | 97% |