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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1520 | 2020-11-25 00:40:09 | 89.80 | 98% |
| 170 | 2020-07-22 07:33:44 | 71.83 | 97% |