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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3595 | 2018-08-26 23:49:39 | 57.46 | 95% |
| 920 | 2018-07-01 04:08:15 | 58.54 | 95% |