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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2336 | 2019-05-02 17:30:14 | 59.60 | 97% |
| 1904 | 2019-02-27 16:32:27 | 64.04 | 98% |