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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1813 | 2010-12-06 12:36:39 | 117.76 | |
| 1742 | 2010-11-22 03:33:07 | 116.23 | |
| 879 | 2010-07-12 00:04:31 | 96.57 | |
| 478 | 2010-06-13 14:21:05 | 103.26 | |
| 79 | 2010-04-29 14:18:41 | 97.82 |