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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7040 | 2020-12-10 22:32:49 | 73.74 | 96% |
| 6320 | 2020-06-05 10:57:04 | 79.47 | 98% |