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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 792 | 2009-02-14 12:50:50 | 96.42 | |
| 540 | 2009-01-29 11:57:45 | 85.70 | |
| 529 | 2009-01-29 11:40:14 | 78.61 | |
| 429 | 2009-01-18 17:55:02 | 88.22 | |
| 21 | 2009-01-02 23:14:55 | 79.63 | |
| 4 | 2009-01-02 22:54:01 | 91.70 |