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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1751 | 2016-04-18 06:48:07 | 78.64 | 95% |
| 987 | 2016-02-03 05:17:22 | 84.26 | 97% |