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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 300 | 2018-05-01 15:58:22 | 97.36 | 98% |
| 32 | 2018-03-22 16:06:52 | 91.28 | 97% |