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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1162 | 2010-07-05 06:08:31 | 76.85 | |
| 974 | 2010-04-03 04:04:25 | 75.76 | |
| 289 | 2009-11-08 17:33:39 | 70.38 |