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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2686 | 2019-02-03 06:08:54 | 103.95 | 99% |
| 1187 | 2016-11-12 02:29:15 | 84.41 | 92% |