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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 61 | 2010-12-13 17:50:18 | 90.04 | |
| 46 | 2010-10-18 06:04:10 | 90.33 | |
| 16 | 2010-10-09 09:20:12 | 82.90 |