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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5034 | 2018-01-16 05:37:33 | 100.07 | 99% |
| 790 | 2016-12-19 17:13:45 | 90.60 | 97% |