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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 780 | 2010-07-22 01:41:29 | 146.34 | |
| 674 | 2010-07-11 22:18:25 | 135.46 | |
| 44 | 2010-01-20 22:28:04 | 133.86 |