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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1271 | 2010-06-10 19:32:37 | 103.70 | |
| 859 | 2009-09-25 17:03:34 | 106.82 | |
| 822 | 2009-09-23 18:16:14 | 115.39 | |
| 792 | 2009-09-23 00:31:20 | 112.40 | |
| 234 | 2009-03-19 23:50:49 | 103.69 |