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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2230 | 2010-08-08 23:43:05 | 102.56 | |
| 1610 | 2010-05-28 21:55:46 | 102.46 | |
| 892 | 2010-04-30 22:01:32 | 86.68 | |
| 761 | 2010-03-06 21:44:15 | 79.80 |