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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2848 | 2009-12-15 14:41:00 | 59.93 | |
| 2778 | 2009-11-20 02:31:22 | 55.06 | |
| 2539 | 2009-08-18 08:16:52 | 50.82 | |
| 2302 | 2009-07-21 13:40:59 | 43.52 | |
| 1645 | 2009-06-10 02:47:40 | 42.25 | |
| 1524 | 2009-05-15 03:11:28 | 42.07 |