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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1351 | 2011-05-01 16:43:47 | 67.64 | |
| 1000 | 2011-04-24 15:28:26 | 60.72 | |
| 935 | 2011-04-23 16:47:21 | 62.54 | |
| 483 | 2011-04-17 18:08:26 | 51.73 |