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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1396 | 2009-07-06 00:32:42 | 87.92 | |
| 1198 | 2009-05-07 18:56:45 | 97.44 | |
| 787 | 2009-04-26 17:10:31 | 88.91 | |
| 540 | 2009-04-20 04:47:32 | 79.15 | |
| 506 | 2009-04-19 05:38:23 | 83.85 | |
| 34 | 2009-04-02 19:02:39 | 80.23 |