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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1077 | 2016-07-07 12:49:14 | 58.44 | 95% |
| 684 | 2016-07-02 18:12:38 | 55.04 | 94% |