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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1239 | 2011-09-30 00:29:58 | 42.76 | 96% |
| 932 | 2009-05-03 17:06:27 | 40.72 | |
| 899 | 2009-05-03 05:55:43 | 43.20 |