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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1345 | 2016-12-08 05:19:35 | 92.42 | 99% |
| 1148 | 2016-11-06 03:15:19 | 92.68 | 98% |