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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2425 | 2010-10-16 03:25:58 | 78.30 | |
| 2376 | 2010-09-25 06:43:44 | 78.05 | |
| 1466 | 2010-06-26 01:32:54 | 75.12 | |
| 851 | 2009-01-26 05:43:56 | 60.33 | |
| 844 | 2009-01-19 06:24:46 | 64.55 |