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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 111 | 2016-08-31 15:44:35 | 77.13 | 91% |
| 54 | 2016-07-18 14:38:25 | 51.07 | 79% |