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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2390 | 2018-09-13 08:10:33 | 77.88 | 97% |
| 2375 | 2018-09-12 14:00:34 | 97.38 | 99% |