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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2010-05-02 10:58:48 | 68.41 | |
| 358 | 2009-10-31 11:40:20 | 62.00 | |
| 312 | 2009-10-28 11:52:35 | 66.63 | |
| 70 | 2009-10-17 11:36:07 | 57.98 |