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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 200 | 2010-04-09 18:32:36 | 52.15 | |
| 85 | 2010-03-31 08:52:52 | 45.19 | |
| 65 | 2010-03-30 10:21:39 | 53.70 |