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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 277 | 2010-04-07 10:36:11 | 129.38 | |
| 219 | 2010-04-07 07:43:16 | 117.37 | |
| 98 | 2009-09-09 01:39:52 | 92.45 |