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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1178 | 2019-12-10 18:20:09 | 117.15 | 99% |
| 131 | 2018-02-01 23:04:32 | 100.37 | 97% |