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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1912 | 2010-11-01 02:28:03 | 67.07 | |
| 1845 | 2010-10-18 23:41:41 | 76.95 | |
| 1651 | 2010-06-05 00:46:06 | 67.90 | |
| 1377 | 2009-01-05 02:29:21 | 75.22 |