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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 758 | 2010-01-23 22:45:30 | 47.92 | |
| 692 | 2009-07-03 03:15:24 | 60.12 | |
| 618 | 2009-03-22 15:21:42 | 50.29 | |
| 495 | 2009-02-22 00:40:15 | 48.41 |