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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 319 | 2016-06-03 20:00:58 | 68.04 | 86% |
| 217 | 2016-04-18 00:15:38 | 68.22 | 90% |