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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1944 | 2019-10-08 18:30:10 | 92.06 | 98% |
| 4 | 2013-03-13 01:15:46 | 68.57 | 92% |