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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 814 | 2010-02-16 09:15:31 | 73.68 | |
| 469 | 2010-02-08 15:04:44 | 74.50 | |
| 324 | 2010-01-28 11:15:08 | 76.59 | |
| 145 | 2010-01-09 12:33:10 | 69.79 |