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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2655 | 2010-01-20 20:30:19 | 107.97 | |
| 1538 | 2009-06-18 20:21:20 | 97.14 | |
| 702 | 2009-01-12 19:13:55 | 89.99 |