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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1169 | 2010-10-13 16:44:34 | 67.86 | |
| 877 | 2010-09-08 10:03:50 | 60.64 | |
| 500 | 2010-08-22 06:38:15 | 60.28 | |
| 427 | 2010-08-19 10:25:28 | 57.28 |