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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 60 | 2019-04-27 16:42:57 | 57.96 | 97% |
| 56 | 2019-04-27 16:36:47 | 50.85 | 96% |
| 19 | 2019-04-25 15:47:31 | 54.42 | 97% |