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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1270 | 2009-10-22 16:01:46 | 61.14 | |
| 1127 | 2009-09-27 14:51:13 | 56.72 | |
| 1024 | 2009-09-15 14:05:02 | 54.25 | |
| 746 | 2009-08-26 03:52:23 | 51.45 |