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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 469 | 2011-04-29 22:36:40 | 149.60 | |
| 385 | 2010-10-12 23:54:33 | 136.61 | |
| 154 | 2009-02-08 22:36:06 | 109.47 |