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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1279 | 2015-11-07 05:15:01 | 72.71 | 93% |
| 101 | 2015-10-02 01:51:58 | 79.58 | 95% |