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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1053 | 2010-10-27 15:28:15 | 88.13 | |
| 767 | 2009-06-14 00:49:50 | 81.86 | |
| 523 | 2009-03-01 18:44:14 | 72.87 |