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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 925 | 2010-07-14 13:46:58 | 103.87 | |
| 598 | 2010-06-07 15:28:01 | 104.89 | |
| 314 | 2010-05-19 15:08:30 | 108.45 |