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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1609 | 2010-01-12 07:47:44 | 39.25 | |
| 1127 | 2009-08-31 03:50:26 | 59.17 | |
| 888 | 2009-07-31 06:21:25 | 51.94 | |
| 811 | 2009-07-28 10:52:04 | 40.16 | |
| 739 | 2009-07-25 04:53:39 | 42.93 | |
| 249 | 2009-06-19 05:07:18 | 55.68 |