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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5364 | 2019-08-09 11:04:53 | 92.29 | 97% |
| 1722 | 2017-02-15 14:10:43 | 58.06 | 90% |
| 788 | 2016-12-01 13:55:04 | 55.41 | 83% |