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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1932 | 2021-03-31 20:14:53 | 74.95 | 95% |
| 1438 | 2021-02-24 09:16:42 | 61.69 | 95% |