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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3938 | 2009-01-20 07:16:02 | 60.01 | |
| 3891 | 2009-01-19 08:05:31 | 63.59 | |
| 3849 | 2009-01-19 06:03:30 | 65.39 | |
| 3585 | 2009-01-09 08:38:32 | 60.58 | |
| 3368 | 2009-01-02 07:41:04 | 57.01 |