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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1165 | 2009-08-31 14:28:33 | 93.35 | |
| 912 | 2009-08-22 11:42:19 | 94.44 | |
| 375 | 2009-08-06 17:24:54 | 87.26 | |
| 260 | 2009-08-02 15:49:59 | 79.59 | |
| 59 | 2009-07-18 18:30:50 | 79.55 |