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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 938 | 2009-04-03 13:28:54 | 55.30 | |
| 646 | 2009-03-31 02:18:30 | 64.85 | |
| 537 | 2009-03-18 13:20:14 | 63.89 | |
| 400 | 2009-03-16 13:30:48 | 58.67 | |
| 216 | 2009-03-12 19:37:40 | 62.48 |