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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 867 | 2009-08-06 17:24:58 | 78.73 | |
| 865 | 2009-08-02 23:40:32 | 85.14 | |
| 808 | 2009-06-13 14:26:10 | 87.88 | |
| 78 | 2009-03-30 05:23:30 | 36.01 |