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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 790 | 2011-02-23 16:58:40 | 83.42 | |
| 717 | 2009-10-09 10:27:04 | 55.08 | |
| 428 | 2009-02-27 06:47:54 | 75.78 | |
| 344 | 2009-01-20 10:40:28 | 75.77 |