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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1135 | 2009-12-29 06:05:27 | 48.78 | |
| 1119 | 2009-12-29 04:33:17 | 46.33 | |
| 791 | 2009-12-09 04:41:00 | 46.70 |