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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45 | 2017-09-28 03:49:10 | 96.77 | 98% |
| 14 | 2017-03-01 03:22:45 | 94.82 | 98% |