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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 600 | 2009-03-26 14:29:04 | 83.93 | |
| 524 | 2009-03-16 14:36:05 | 88.30 | |
| 479 | 2009-03-12 14:40:46 | 84.26 | |
| 126 | 2009-02-12 15:43:51 | 76.23 | |
| 29 | 2009-02-03 15:20:18 | 72.52 |