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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 515 | 2016-01-14 15:45:38 | 60.39 | 94% |
| 197 | 2015-12-26 20:09:56 | 55.70 | 92% |