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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 469 | 2016-06-28 01:43:30 | 87.40 | 94% |
| 386 | 2016-06-25 01:04:40 | 78.91 | 95% |