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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1405 | 2019-07-11 17:59:27 | 75.30 | 97% |
| 1365 | 2019-07-03 07:16:14 | 68.10 | 96% |