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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 549 | 2009-11-24 23:41:12 | 101.47 | |
| 450 | 2009-11-18 12:34:45 | 105.93 | |
| 298 | 2009-11-17 14:26:17 | 100.31 | |
| 249 | 2009-11-17 13:31:39 | 106.98 | |
| 58 | 2009-11-12 19:16:34 | 104.45 |