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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1031 | 2018-02-02 17:00:47 | 91.60 | 97% |
| 491 | 2018-01-15 14:13:19 | 87.68 | 97% |