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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 542 | 2010-05-18 11:28:07 | 78.20 | |
| 305 | 2009-11-24 13:55:07 | 93.35 | |
| 218 | 2009-11-18 23:41:03 | 93.86 |