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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 754 | 2009-12-06 06:32:03 | 91.71 | |
| 451 | 2009-11-08 01:13:36 | 92.81 | |
| 421 | 2009-11-06 05:32:53 | 97.86 | |
| 291 | 2009-07-26 03:35:23 | 73.61 |