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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 280 | 2010-09-08 17:59:58 | 80.49 | |
| 140 | 2010-06-16 14:40:49 | 71.96 | |
| 58 | 2010-06-07 23:31:55 | 67.42 |