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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3120 | 2019-11-02 20:45:19 | 86.24 | 99% |
| 759 | 2018-12-09 14:48:13 | 63.83 | 96% |