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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2506 | 2019-01-08 15:04:12 | 80.38 | 99% |
| 1112 | 2017-05-17 18:11:55 | 59.47 | 96% |