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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1094 | 2009-11-24 14:17:59 | 80.82 | |
| 537 | 2009-09-08 11:55:18 | 71.58 | |
| 191 | 2009-08-26 18:07:18 | 62.33 | |
| 80 | 2009-08-24 14:04:39 | 76.84 |