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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1050 | 2010-07-09 08:43:07 | 62.47 | |
| 1040 | 2010-07-09 08:16:42 | 64.67 | |
| 681 | 2009-03-16 11:55:56 | 56.92 | |
| 345 | 2009-02-15 12:59:15 | 53.03 |