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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2237 | 2009-08-08 19:54:27 | 106.25 | |
| 2235 | 2009-08-08 19:52:19 | 98.67 | |
| 2058 | 2009-01-21 22:49:10 | 102.27 | |
| 1984 | 2009-01-04 23:03:26 | 83.90 |