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 | 2009-04-30 02:18:40 | 48.68 | |
| 362 | 2009-01-23 02:10:14 | 50.69 | |
| 299 | 2009-01-22 06:48:31 | 50.85 | |
| 266 | 2009-01-22 03:27:04 | 46.62 | |
| 180 | 2009-01-21 03:25:23 | 48.13 | |
| 78 | 2009-01-17 03:45:20 | 50.94 | |
| 64 | 2009-01-17 01:12:47 | 45.19 |