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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 819 | 2020-10-25 20:42:25 | 85.21 | 98% |
| 621 | 2019-11-07 20:13:58 | 80.02 | 98% |