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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 930 | 2010-02-21 02:14:17 | 109.80 | |
| 815 | 2010-02-19 07:47:57 | 104.76 | |
| 354 | 2010-02-06 20:06:14 | 114.63 | |
| 20 | 2010-02-03 08:13:42 | 85.75 |