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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1476 | 2017-06-08 23:48:18 | 80.22 | 99% |
| 121 | 2017-01-28 02:46:55 | 65.73 | 96% |