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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 146 | 2009-01-30 02:52:58 | 120.62 | |
| 88 | 2009-01-27 00:22:06 | 100.20 | |
| 62 | 2009-01-26 14:21:48 | 113.92 |