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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 128 | 2009-06-05 16:04:17 | 78.95 | |
| 107 | 2009-06-03 11:03:28 | 77.56 | |
| 39 | 2009-05-28 17:20:28 | 69.46 |