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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1946 | 2022-12-19 21:34:10 | 110.60 | 99% |
| 1738 | 2015-06-30 05:57:45 | 95.60 | 97% |
| 923 | 2015-04-28 16:58:20 | 84.10 | 96% |