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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 584 | 2016-10-19 19:28:27 | 75.32 | 95% |
| 97 | 2016-06-27 18:03:51 | 64.62 | 92% |