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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 984 | 2011-01-06 03:33:03 | 64.24 | |
| 778 | 2011-01-02 04:45:52 | 61.64 | |
| 305 | 2010-12-16 02:57:59 | 61.43 | |
| 109 | 2010-12-14 04:37:42 | 60.05 | |
| 20 | 2010-12-13 08:33:24 | 34.71 |