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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 335 | 2011-03-17 02:11:00 | 90.19 | |
| 262 | 2011-03-14 16:51:50 | 85.30 | |
| 93 | 2011-03-09 20:24:24 | 95.42 |