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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 653 | 2009-05-06 14:31:51 | 51.79 | |
| 533 | 2009-03-23 14:37:55 | 47.81 | |
| 484 | 2009-03-12 14:55:41 | 53.30 |