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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1999 | 2009-02-11 14:58:57 | 97.90 | |
| 1833 | 2009-02-06 10:59:27 | 90.39 | |
| 1610 | 2009-01-31 12:51:35 | 92.68 | |
| 705 | 2009-01-13 10:52:05 | 94.79 | |
| 626 | 2009-01-11 13:04:29 | 89.57 | |
| 540 | 2009-01-07 23:16:31 | 89.74 |