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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 955 | 2020-09-07 00:11:40 | 95.00 | 98% |
| 433 | 2020-08-20 01:52:36 | 85.21 | 98% |