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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1096 | 2009-10-17 14:26:59 | 58.47 | |
| 943 | 2009-09-23 16:19:30 | 55.83 | |
| 57 | 2009-08-31 08:52:45 | 40.96 |