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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 861 | 2011-04-12 16:21:15 | 95.82 | |
| 803 | 2011-04-11 15:31:22 | 102.47 | |
| 740 | 2011-04-07 20:08:48 | 110.05 | |
| 734 | 2011-04-07 19:54:37 | 92.94 | |
| 696 | 2011-04-05 15:48:30 | 106.04 |