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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6200 | 2019-07-29 15:34:41 | 110.22 | 100% |
| 2102 | 2018-11-19 11:13:06 | 76.31 | 95% |