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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2421 | 2020-06-02 08:02:11 | 80.56 | 97% |
| 87 | 2020-03-06 05:05:05 | 64.52 | 96% |