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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58 | 2015-12-22 19:02:27 | 65.86 | 95% |
| 42 | 2015-12-21 00:09:20 | 62.01 | 98% |