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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1848 | 2011-02-26 13:23:17 | 85.47 | |
| 1576 | 2011-02-05 15:58:54 | 82.44 | |
| 1086 | 2011-01-15 19:22:41 | 81.59 | |
| 830 | 2011-01-06 07:22:20 | 82.26 | |
| 526 | 2010-12-21 23:24:05 | 81.11 |