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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1117 | 2009-07-04 03:04:42 | 104.03 | |
| 1047 | 2009-07-02 22:32:14 | 106.97 | |
| 957 | 2009-07-01 15:55:30 | 88.81 | |
| 258 | 2009-02-21 02:28:12 | 87.65 |