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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1620 | 2010-06-11 17:11:00 | 89.41 | |
| 1608 | 2010-05-17 13:40:46 | 68.81 | |
| 1459 | 2010-04-02 19:04:50 | 60.55 | |
| 1444 | 2010-04-02 18:48:42 | 74.27 | |
| 923 | 2010-03-14 15:43:56 | 80.06 | |
| 910 | 2010-03-14 15:30:35 | 72.60 | |
| 639 | 2010-03-01 12:48:00 | 76.39 | |
| 513 | 2009-09-27 09:58:51 | 72.08 | |
| 286 | 2009-01-06 17:36:09 | 58.47 |