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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3680 | 2019-03-26 23:53:45 | 178.01 | 100% |
| 1987 | 2019-02-20 16:56:03 | 170.03 | 99% |