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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1456 | 2009-07-13 10:33:19 | 59.91 | |
| 1247 | 2009-05-24 12:08:27 | 52.68 | |
| 1170 | 2009-05-12 12:47:14 | 49.44 | |
| 676 | 2009-03-17 17:24:32 | 52.32 | |
| 308 | 2009-01-02 17:27:06 | 42.66 |