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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 97 | 2016-02-19 19:01:00 | 70.29 | 93% |
| 58 | 2016-02-19 16:48:06 | 68.85 | 93% |