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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1058 | 2009-11-03 23:45:02 | 53.12 | |
| 951 | 2009-10-26 18:00:18 | 53.67 | |
| 675 | 2009-10-13 17:53:32 | 48.60 | |
| 434 | 2009-10-05 15:00:48 | 45.46 | |
| 393 | 2009-10-02 23:41:28 | 54.63 | |
| 11 | 2009-09-17 14:30:25 | 45.80 |