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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1571 | 2010-05-01 18:52:13 | 71.88 | |
| 1527 | 2010-01-04 21:02:13 | 62.11 | |
| 1448 | 2009-12-04 20:25:09 | 75.18 | |
| 1050 | 2009-01-20 02:21:29 | 59.53 |