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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1041 | 2010-08-01 16:58:43 | 63.04 | |
| 924 | 2010-07-30 22:34:24 | 57.33 | |
| 334 | 2010-07-19 18:48:00 | 44.53 |