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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6657 | 2010-05-31 09:09:28 | 83.42 | |
| 6594 | 2010-05-31 08:04:40 | 78.44 | |
| 6509 | 2009-03-31 23:05:01 | 74.54 | |
| 6129 | 2009-01-27 01:09:53 | 94.11 | |
| 5692 | 2009-01-18 04:14:52 | 89.12 |