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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 288 | 2016-12-20 10:46:24 | 110.06 | 100% |
| 53 | 2016-08-18 18:55:50 | 101.43 | 99% |