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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5794 | 2019-03-05 04:37:43 | 79.92 | 98% |
| 5239 | 2018-12-10 07:55:58 | 76.94 | 96% |