There are plenty of people who have LOTS of hours and still manage to make a hole in a field when it all goes wrong.
I flew to IoW with a chap, for whom it was his first XC after getting the hallowed paperwork from Gatwick. On the way back, he had an engine failure. He calmly assumed best glide, thought about possible causes and realised he had knocked the ignition switch when messing about with his map. He re-started and continued, totally un-fussed.
I would love to think I could remain so calm.
Hours mean nothing, currency is everything.