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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1975 | 2022-03-02 09:12:46 | 80.72 | 98% |
| 1966 | 2022-03-02 09:04:13 | 96.52 | 99% |
| 1357 | 2022-02-13 03:14:31 | 82.31 | 99% |