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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1414 | 2011-04-21 05:56:10 | 56.07 | |
| 718 | 2011-02-23 00:14:31 | 59.14 | |
| 590 | 2011-02-10 05:26:47 | 63.29 | |
| 395 | 2011-01-31 04:59:16 | 56.76 | |
| 260 | 2011-01-18 05:53:45 | 55.89 |