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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1602 | 2009-05-27 13:58:04 | 83.11 | |
| 1439 | 2009-05-13 08:29:14 | 70.38 | |
| 950 | 2009-05-06 03:16:15 | 72.23 | |
| 944 | 2009-05-06 03:09:50 | 67.22 | |
| 904 | 2009-05-05 09:46:31 | 63.04 | |
| 734 | 2009-05-04 05:42:40 | 50.18 | |
| 26 | 2009-04-23 03:11:40 | 66.02 |