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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1384 | 2010-06-25 10:17:35 | 70.44 | |
| 1078 | 2009-07-18 20:05:08 | 67.23 | |
| 1064 | 2009-07-05 08:59:18 | 67.68 | |
| 1060 | 2009-07-05 08:55:18 | 65.47 | |
| 765 | 2009-05-22 21:02:42 | 65.88 | |
| 687 | 2009-05-17 21:46:45 | 66.68 | |
| 338 | 2009-05-09 22:09:32 | 52.05 | |
| 235 | 2009-05-09 16:02:33 | 58.91 | |
| 200 | 2009-05-09 14:13:31 | 52.38 | |
| 76 | 2009-05-03 16:28:05 | 47.67 | |
| 25 | 2009-05-03 07:09:51 | 43.18 |