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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 964 | 2011-05-11 04:25:04 | 49.82 | 86% |
| 144 | 2011-04-15 22:04:57 | 48.81 | |
| 49 | 2011-04-11 04:03:11 | 54.14 |