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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1875 | 2022-12-23 08:32:25 | 143.76 | 98% |
| 137 | 2018-09-05 03:53:25 | 118.14 | 97% |