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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1195 | 2016-08-05 20:08:24 | 118.07 | 94% |
| 469 | 2015-02-24 21:42:47 | 129.31 | 99% |