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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2009 | 2010-10-16 11:28:35 | 72.62 | |
| 1966 | 2010-10-09 04:03:22 | 68.84 | |
| 955 | 2010-08-19 02:51:35 | 66.45 | |
| 228 | 2010-03-31 02:34:09 | 57.84 |