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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2677 | 2017-12-15 14:01:03 | 73.28 | 97% |
| 1181 | 2017-07-08 19:08:33 | 50.70 | 99% |