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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1416 | 2009-10-28 21:25:44 | 79.74 | |
| 1062 | 2009-10-04 15:31:33 | 89.51 | |
| 404 | 2009-06-06 07:03:56 | 92.23 | |
| 281 | 2009-04-10 09:04:00 | 77.48 | |
| 271 | 2009-04-10 08:55:08 | 97.67 |