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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 959 | 2009-04-07 13:04:16 | 71.70 | |
| 684 | 2009-03-25 16:39:15 | 83.03 | |
| 416 | 2009-03-18 02:41:45 | 61.56 |