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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 130 | 2020-04-02 23:40:52 | 69.71 | 98% |
| 97 | 2020-02-13 02:37:53 | 63.95 | 97% |