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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2033 | 2010-05-15 10:51:42 | 66.65 | |
| 1774 | 2009-11-21 03:56:51 | 54.56 | |
| 1125 | 2009-05-20 16:25:17 | 53.99 | |
| 997 | 2009-05-02 04:28:29 | 65.19 | |
| 751 | 2009-03-31 16:18:29 | 51.24 | |
| 550 | 2009-02-28 14:42:13 | 52.11 |