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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5357 | 2019-07-04 21:07:33 | 94.11 | 98% |
| 4524 | 2019-04-09 21:09:44 | 96.44 | 98% |