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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 829 | 2011-04-06 13:20:06 | 73.32 | 94% |
| 605 | 2011-03-28 07:42:36 | 78.59 | |
| 595 | 2011-03-28 07:27:59 | 70.09 | |
| 535 | 2011-03-27 16:06:38 | 67.97 | |
| 495 | 2011-03-24 15:42:40 | 69.46 | |
| 180 | 2011-03-10 16:49:36 | 65.66 |