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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 295 | 2017-10-13 17:28:18 | 71.93 | 94% |
| 197 | 2017-09-16 23:10:57 | 78.57 | 97% |