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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3434 | 2020-05-08 13:00:20 | 97.33 | 98% |
| 3162 | 2020-05-03 11:35:08 | 93.31 | 97% |
| 2933 | 2020-04-25 11:48:59 | 70.52 | 95% |