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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1930 | 2018-07-06 17:11:47 | 73.58 | 98% |
| 885 | 2017-06-26 16:20:57 | 52.03 | 96% |