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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4028 | 2020-11-16 21:05:07 | 120.56 | 97% |
| 350 | 2019-12-08 22:32:08 | 79.77 | 93% |