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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1056 | 2009-07-23 08:06:06 | 56.56 | |
| 1051 | 2009-07-22 17:09:00 | 56.36 | |
| 1021 | 2009-07-12 17:41:24 | 56.96 | |
| 741 | 2009-03-24 08:00:27 | 42.47 |