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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1237 | 2016-08-16 02:35:28 | 56.82 | 91% |
| 1142 | 2016-03-11 06:38:25 | 44.90 | 94% |