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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 642 | 2009-04-29 20:40:50 | 60.56 | |
| 416 | 2009-04-11 17:31:42 | 48.81 | |
| 38 | 2009-03-17 10:32:04 | 40.30 | |
| 29 | 2009-03-17 05:47:26 | 44.64 |