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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2916 | 2019-09-14 17:38:42 | 50.92 | 97% |
| 367 | 2019-07-19 21:47:36 | 50.20 | 99% |