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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 951 | 2010-12-12 07:33:40 | 82.31 | |
| 546 | 2010-07-26 02:03:00 | 90.48 | |
| 359 | 2010-06-15 17:59:25 | 87.48 | |
| 307 | 2010-06-14 06:14:14 | 78.12 | |
| 305 | 2010-06-14 06:11:27 | 90.03 |