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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 972 | 2010-03-08 06:25:47 | 53.43 | |
| 680 | 2010-02-18 17:41:27 | 48.22 | |
| 466 | 2010-02-10 15:34:20 | 48.46 | |
| 219 | 2010-01-11 20:09:48 | 40.60 |