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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2125 | 2010-11-21 12:20:51 | 127.53 | |
| 976 | 2010-10-19 13:05:52 | 137.70 | |
| 479 | 2010-09-29 11:50:16 | 137.54 | |
| 352 | 2010-09-25 08:04:36 | 133.00 | |
| 185 | 2010-09-21 12:52:58 | 141.93 |