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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1069 | 2010-07-02 16:20:45 | 107.44 | |
| 963 | 2010-06-28 21:54:34 | 108.61 | |
| 957 | 2010-06-28 21:48:55 | 100.15 | |
| 924 | 2010-06-28 14:35:43 | 105.84 | |
| 799 | 2010-06-25 23:36:31 | 93.25 | |
| 430 | 2009-01-04 06:40:05 | 84.79 |