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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 759 | 2010-05-14 03:48:18 | 62.58 | |
| 589 | 2009-08-18 12:27:10 | 58.92 | |
| 271 | 2009-08-10 16:47:13 | 60.44 | |
| 167 | 2009-08-10 07:51:03 | 58.54 |