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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1252 | 2020-11-26 21:53:18 | 57.50 | 95% |
| 441 | 2017-01-14 07:23:04 | 60.73 | 84% |