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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1431 | 2016-12-12 04:43:24 | 69.97 | 93% |
| 1276 | 2016-11-25 04:24:56 | 71.72 | 95% |