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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1562 | 2009-07-30 03:38:20 | 54.59 | |
| 1440 | 2009-06-26 01:46:49 | 55.88 | |
| 988 | 2009-05-10 08:31:48 | 72.53 | |
| 751 | 2009-04-14 09:25:35 | 60.83 | |
| 89 | 2009-02-17 08:51:43 | 57.60 |