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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 763 | 2009-10-11 23:28:45 | 68.45 | |
| 619 | 2009-07-29 02:02:16 | 60.73 | |
| 510 | 2009-06-19 19:01:09 | 64.09 | |
| 487 | 2009-06-18 18:16:53 | 71.63 | |
| 322 | 2009-06-05 20:18:29 | 63.44 |