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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 821 | 2010-02-20 09:55:29 | 64.11 | |
| 563 | 2009-06-18 04:12:14 | 71.87 | |
| 524 | 2009-04-11 15:57:34 | 64.78 | |
| 312 | 2009-02-16 04:26:00 | 70.78 |