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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1829 | 2010-07-13 21:14:27 | 45.40 | |
| 1002 | 2009-06-28 18:38:30 | 53.10 | |
| 742 | 2009-05-27 17:02:55 | 44.95 | |
| 707 | 2009-05-26 13:44:06 | 49.84 | |
| 632 | 2009-05-12 18:49:10 | 52.06 | |
| 521 | 2009-04-17 19:50:48 | 44.94 |