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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1839 | 2018-12-28 07:28:42 | 91.54 | 97% |
| 1546 | 2018-09-18 21:27:49 | 85.94 | 97% |