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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2625 | 2020-09-15 15:41:58 | 70.87 | 97% |
| 2158 | 2020-09-08 23:51:10 | 65.20 | 96% |