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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3479 | 2019-02-15 17:48:29 | 78.67 | 98% |
| 387 | 2017-10-28 13:26:38 | 50.12 | 95% |