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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2145 | 2010-09-03 14:13:48 | 93.52 | |
| 1422 | 2010-06-23 19:09:22 | 95.04 | |
| 1398 | 2010-06-22 17:44:05 | 92.56 | |
| 1133 | 2010-06-10 13:48:50 | 93.85 |