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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1180 | 2009-06-30 15:42:03 | 58.79 | |
| 1021 | 2009-06-09 17:03:37 | 58.08 | |
| 305 | 2009-02-01 08:04:29 | 43.95 |