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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 520 | 2011-04-13 12:38:03 | 71.95 | |
| 477 | 2011-04-04 15:03:22 | 73.05 | |
| 11 | 2009-04-02 11:16:37 | 54.55 |