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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2215 | 2010-02-04 19:16:28 | 53.45 | |
| 2089 | 2010-01-15 14:58:50 | 59.27 | |
| 1827 | 2009-09-03 13:20:00 | 46.44 | |
| 1414 | 2009-08-15 13:48:27 | 41.06 | |
| 1085 | 2009-08-03 13:56:30 | 34.14 |