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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1164 | 2010-01-14 19:32:19 | 70.28 | |
| 1006 | 2009-06-29 00:26:25 | 75.56 | |
| 830 | 2009-05-17 23:02:53 | 66.33 | |
| 412 | 2009-03-16 00:30:03 | 38.39 | |
| 290 | 2009-03-05 03:00:31 | 52.93 |