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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1932 | 2023-07-29 13:08:37 | 57.50 | 97% |
| 687 | 2023-01-12 08:16:07 | 55.79 | 98% |