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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 900 | 2010-07-09 09:06:04 | 106.19 | |
| 867 | 2010-07-09 08:31:45 | 110.14 | |
| 89 | 2010-04-28 15:41:18 | 105.15 |