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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4225 | 2020-03-06 10:07:57 | 71.00 | 95% |
| 3826 | 2019-08-27 07:33:44 | 70.35 | 96% |
| 3131 | 2019-07-26 13:35:20 | 66.25 | 94% |