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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 679 | 2010-07-01 07:03:27 | 60.02 | |
| 662 | 2010-07-01 06:37:02 | 62.26 | |
| 489 | 2010-06-25 06:58:29 | 61.00 | |
| 279 | 2010-06-20 07:20:59 | 59.77 |