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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1209 | 2010-10-01 12:53:52 | 104.08 | |
| 1146 | 2010-09-22 15:16:00 | 111.73 | |
| 382 | 2010-09-01 04:51:30 | 113.50 | |
| 104 | 2010-08-20 10:09:21 | 104.54 | |
| 30 | 2010-08-18 14:27:44 | 105.16 |