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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2962 | 2019-04-26 21:58:31 | 86.83 | 97% |
| 2726 | 2019-04-19 00:33:02 | 97.08 | 97% |