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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5204 | 2020-05-06 02:26:12 | 69.85 | 99% |
| 4142 | 2018-01-09 07:36:03 | 55.17 | 97% |
| 2171 | 2017-06-01 07:25:20 | 61.80 | 96% |