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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1550 | 2009-04-14 13:38:23 | 110.89 | |
| 1360 | 2009-03-03 19:21:08 | 95.87 | |
| 1068 | 2009-01-11 20:05:52 | 105.49 |