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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2010-04-29 02:04:55 | 85.45 | |
| 826 | 2010-02-07 16:40:38 | 87.53 | |
| 567 | 2010-01-29 22:14:37 | 86.44 |