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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1009 | 2010-11-25 00:33:21 | 52.81 | |
| 872 | 2010-11-18 03:49:21 | 50.92 | |
| 771 | 2010-11-16 01:12:13 | 71.15 |