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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 546 | 2011-04-25 16:55:54 | 80.59 | |
| 227 | 2011-03-10 18:23:15 | 85.01 | |
| 98 | 2010-10-19 16:47:52 | 79.46 | |
| 88 | 2010-10-16 03:25:57 | 81.60 |