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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9278 | 2020-08-22 20:11:04 | 90.46 | 95% |
| 8057 | 2020-08-10 02:45:08 | 97.24 | 98% |