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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 893 | 2011-01-09 16:32:04 | 68.52 | |
| 713 | 2011-01-08 11:15:24 | 76.69 | |
| 179 | 2010-11-30 15:44:18 | 75.68 |