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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2776 | 2010-05-13 23:14:36 | 56.77 | |
| 2751 | 2010-05-12 22:42:11 | 45.34 | |
| 1649 | 2010-03-31 01:15:56 | 48.84 | |
| 1188 | 2010-02-14 16:35:31 | 47.32 | |
| 1061 | 2010-01-07 23:45:29 | 52.60 | |
| 301 | 2009-11-14 00:19:41 | 49.43 |