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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 638 | 2009-09-05 15:01:59 | 51.51 | |
| 580 | 2009-09-03 06:09:28 | 51.08 | |
| 358 | 2009-08-25 04:16:16 | 52.07 | |
| 271 | 2009-08-24 01:31:15 | 48.91 | |
| 226 | 2009-08-21 03:31:10 | 46.23 |