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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 657 | 2009-02-06 03:28:36 | 96.57 | |
| 622 | 2009-02-05 04:25:25 | 86.12 | |
| 499 | 2009-02-01 19:23:25 | 91.12 | |
| 180 | 2009-01-11 04:22:48 | 88.83 | |
| 153 | 2009-01-10 22:52:59 | 80.94 |