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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3873 | 2017-04-27 17:01:48 | 51.08 | 94% |
| 2178 | 2017-04-10 08:22:03 | 46.34 | 94% |