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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1273 | 2009-07-22 15:01:22 | 60.17 | |
| 1138 | 2009-04-29 15:49:00 | 56.47 | |
| 1043 | 2009-04-17 15:25:44 | 65.57 | |
| 953 | 2009-04-04 12:12:22 | 52.69 | |
| 854 | 2009-03-31 11:17:05 | 55.52 | |
| 760 | 2009-03-24 15:53:24 | 56.48 | |
| 750 | 2009-03-24 15:07:10 | 53.99 | |
| 696 | 2009-03-23 11:45:55 | 54.92 | |
| 659 | 2009-03-23 10:57:13 | 51.75 | |
| 427 | 2009-03-12 14:55:47 | 48.82 | |
| 272 | 2009-02-25 00:07:39 | 49.85 |