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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1287 | 2017-10-01 12:18:11 | 86.42 | 96% |
| 472 | 2017-08-23 06:46:47 | 89.33 | 97% |