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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 744 | 2010-05-15 15:20:23 | 77.22 | |
| 650 | 2010-05-09 04:10:10 | 95.78 | |
| 536 | 2010-05-05 06:07:11 | 73.63 | |
| 505 | 2010-05-04 13:28:47 | 72.80 |