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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2335 | 2020-04-27 19:39:42 | 94.61 | 99% |
| 1943 | 2020-04-16 04:02:33 | 102.27 | 99% |