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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1166 | 2010-06-20 14:47:16 | 48.97 | |
| 930 | 2010-05-19 14:00:52 | 47.93 | |
| 835 | 2010-05-13 10:20:30 | 45.55 |