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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 824 | 2009-10-23 14:05:52 | 91.24 | |
| 753 | 2009-10-16 13:46:14 | 97.70 | |
| 703 | 2009-10-14 15:24:59 | 94.36 | |
| 692 | 2009-10-13 20:17:28 | 97.26 |