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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2499 | 2010-12-14 18:34:54 | 86.76 | |
| 2204 | 2010-12-03 16:41:31 | 107.82 | |
| 1757 | 2010-11-22 14:18:56 | 95.37 | |
| 637 | 2010-09-28 12:47:18 | 101.05 |