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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 968 | 2010-11-21 18:24:13 | 63.10 | |
| 181 | 2009-11-29 16:06:50 | 46.09 | |
| 131 | 2009-11-12 19:26:37 | 45.69 |