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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 959 | 2009-09-07 16:19:50 | 59.30 | |
| 820 | 2009-09-04 16:22:39 | 55.27 | |
| 750 | 2009-08-31 12:10:05 | 50.34 | |
| 253 | 2009-08-16 16:04:59 | 51.97 | |
| 222 | 2009-08-15 14:00:34 | 53.33 |