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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7472 | 2019-08-20 12:12:58 | 111.48 | 99% |
| 5649 | 2017-06-16 11:37:38 | 95.13 | 98% |
| 3170 | 2017-01-29 22:16:24 | 75.70 | 94% |