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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 868 | 2017-10-31 19:44:09 | 91.06 | 97% |
| 271 | 2017-08-24 23:08:06 | 86.20 | 97% |