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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 778 | 2009-04-06 07:00:45 | 64.81 | |
| 578 | 2009-04-05 05:05:15 | 53.67 | |
| 518 | 2009-03-28 06:15:49 | 61.30 | |
| 504 | 2009-03-27 12:41:51 | 52.46 | |
| 51 | 2009-03-12 11:26:44 | 44.75 |