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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1579 | 2019-04-14 20:13:14 | 90.28 | 97% |
| 1484 | 2019-03-25 23:22:32 | 75.55 | 96% |