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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1910 | 2009-04-27 01:58:38 | 49.48 | |
| 1909 | 2009-04-23 11:18:23 | 58.60 | |
| 1754 | 2009-04-16 07:32:05 | 51.20 | |
| 1346 | 2009-03-30 09:30:45 | 50.03 | |
| 146 | 2009-03-05 10:02:59 | 51.20 |