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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1413 | 2018-12-02 15:46:01 | 59.79 | 95% |
| 117 | 2018-09-08 20:59:27 | 43.20 | 93% |