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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 467 | 2009-05-18 01:30:09 | 64.30 | |
| 445 | 2009-05-13 05:27:29 | 71.01 | |
| 322 | 2009-05-03 09:14:47 | 69.67 | |
| 211 | 2009-04-28 14:02:27 | 66.07 |