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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1060 | 2009-08-08 05:08:32 | 114.36 | |
| 921 | 2009-03-02 10:58:07 | 110.33 | |
| 890 | 2009-02-09 10:27:30 | 105.78 | |
| 809 | 2009-01-25 13:16:09 | 114.51 | |
| 707 | 2009-01-10 11:02:12 | 103.27 | |
| 667 | 2009-01-10 05:11:06 | 115.14 | |
| 620 | 2009-01-09 06:55:58 | 101.65 |