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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1376 | 2010-11-22 00:32:38 | 64.67 | |
| 1329 | 2010-11-02 09:28:52 | 57.86 | |
| 1118 | 2010-09-16 23:55:02 | 61.72 | |
| 828 | 2010-08-20 21:28:20 | 56.34 | |
| 715 | 2010-08-19 15:54:39 | 49.00 | |
| 634 | 2010-08-16 22:41:11 | 58.09 |