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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 845 | 2010-08-25 08:28:42 | 84.53 | |
| 669 | 2010-07-26 16:24:07 | 85.02 | |
| 433 | 2010-07-25 17:15:01 | 78.98 | |
| 268 | 2010-07-21 22:47:18 | 68.66 |