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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1971 | 2020-11-19 19:04:39 | 78.29 | 96% |
| 1205 | 2020-09-26 19:17:42 | 81.62 | 96% |