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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1352 | 2011-04-04 17:49:31 | 66.58 | |
| 1229 | 2010-09-05 15:20:36 | 57.81 | |
| 1142 | 2010-03-07 17:31:39 | 69.95 | |
| 1014 | 2010-02-10 14:59:14 | 65.64 |