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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 497 | 2010-04-25 04:52:01 | 59.35 | |
| 359 | 2010-03-28 08:48:27 | 62.36 | |
| 343 | 2010-03-26 05:09:25 | 54.59 | |
| 201 | 2009-10-31 09:25:35 | 52.65 |