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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 685 | 2019-01-07 19:21:41 | 122.03 | 99% |
| 45 | 2015-10-12 17:17:07 | 93.94 | 92% |