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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 629 | 2018-10-02 17:23:50 | 109.42 | 98% |
| 70 | 2014-10-17 17:24:09 | 53.19 | 83% |