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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2497 | 2017-05-09 10:36:23 | 46.77 | 91% |
| 1567 | 2017-02-21 17:49:06 | 44.51 | 95% |