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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2009-07-07 03:29:13 | 102.43 | |
| 845 | 2009-07-04 03:28:45 | 104.03 | |
| 807 | 2009-06-18 22:13:33 | 105.56 | |
| 758 | 2009-04-14 02:43:43 | 99.91 | |
| 755 | 2009-04-14 02:36:55 | 86.97 |