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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 902 | 2009-10-10 09:17:07 | 81.21 | |
| 737 | 2009-10-06 11:36:37 | 75.18 | |
| 256 | 2009-08-16 02:02:38 | 71.08 |