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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1151 | 2019-09-30 17:36:01 | 98.42 | 98% |
| 209 | 2019-03-18 20:34:55 | 96.22 | 99% |