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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 328 | 2019-10-22 04:31:29 | 80.23 | 95% |
| 307 | 2019-10-22 01:28:11 | 97.09 | 97% |