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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2295 | 2017-04-22 20:19:09 | 86.30 | 92% |
| 907 | 2017-01-29 20:11:21 | 60.66 | 86% |