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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1087 | 2009-01-17 12:30:45 | 82.54 | |
| 935 | 2009-01-10 05:08:13 | 72.66 | |
| 869 | 2009-01-01 12:36:25 | 82.37 |