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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1057 | 2009-04-26 19:33:25 | 82.78 | |
| 1048 | 2009-04-26 19:21:38 | 70.14 | |
| 778 | 2009-04-19 19:29:34 | 69.81 | |
| 541 | 2009-04-18 23:53:42 | 62.87 | |
| 364 | 2009-04-16 07:47:11 | 67.39 |