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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1129 | 2009-04-26 07:20:05 | 67.14 | |
| 950 | 2009-03-28 06:41:02 | 61.59 | |
| 655 | 2009-03-07 08:02:11 | 60.15 | |
| 509 | 2009-02-15 11:46:07 | 57.17 |