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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 930 | 2011-01-20 07:12:16 | 79.43 | |
| 690 | 2010-01-28 12:36:25 | 68.54 | |
| 556 | 2010-01-12 10:02:13 | 75.71 |