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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1790 | 2019-07-16 11:51:02 | 71.26 | 97% |
| 64 | 2018-10-25 07:48:07 | 55.65 | 96% |