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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1531 | 2016-05-15 00:34:56 | 99.84 | 99% |
| 177 | 2015-12-19 20:11:15 | 82.25 | 93% |