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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4003 | 2020-04-01 20:44:09 | 89.82 | 97% |
| 210 | 2020-01-30 22:06:35 | 74.59 | 97% |