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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4125 | 2019-01-11 01:27:22 | 62.94 | 98% |
| 1986 | 2018-04-21 18:43:23 | 63.97 | 99% |
| 1758 | 2018-04-19 23:58:09 | 68.62 | 99% |