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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 932 | 2009-03-30 15:26:52 | 71.95 | |
| 752 | 2009-03-27 03:59:00 | 62.50 | |
| 362 | 2009-03-21 04:12:21 | 65.29 | |
| 211 | 2009-03-20 03:42:14 | 72.26 | |
| 148 | 2009-03-19 12:27:58 | 59.22 |