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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 142 | 2017-12-01 11:36:24 | 85.30 | 95% |
| 114 | 2017-11-22 03:30:48 | 94.38 | 97% |