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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 911 | 2009-04-14 16:20:49 | 72.60 | |
| 910 | 2009-04-14 16:19:44 | 78.73 | |
| 510 | 2009-02-14 16:43:58 | 63.58 | |
| 251 | 2009-01-27 18:36:56 | 70.31 | |
| 71 | 2009-01-18 09:30:51 | 59.48 |