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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 835 | 2009-04-11 18:43:00 | 79.43 | |
| 760 | 2009-04-07 18:32:01 | 74.91 | |
| 696 | 2009-03-15 15:30:48 | 76.00 |