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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 440 | 2009-09-05 06:47:09 | 80.95 | |
| 395 | 2009-08-30 10:32:45 | 75.92 | |
| 295 | 2009-08-21 07:38:05 | 84.10 | |
| 174 | 2009-07-13 06:41:19 | 77.40 |