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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 871 | 2010-02-28 11:43:03 | 76.28 | |
| 755 | 2009-12-28 09:07:04 | 60.14 | |
| 628 | 2009-12-09 16:05:55 | 68.43 | |
| 269 | 2009-06-26 01:46:46 | 58.30 |