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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 771 | 2010-03-16 12:10:01 | 118.07 | |
| 577 | 2010-03-13 13:58:59 | 116.11 | |
| 85 | 2010-03-12 01:03:31 | 113.50 | |
| 63 | 2010-03-12 00:45:34 | 119.09 | |
| 18 | 2010-03-11 12:55:01 | 117.68 |