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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4250 | 2010-04-19 19:50:50 | 79.58 | |
| 3920 | 2010-04-08 19:11:07 | 73.40 | |
| 3774 | 2010-04-01 21:52:45 | 81.39 | |
| 3658 | 2010-03-29 18:39:32 | 76.73 | |
| 3630 | 2010-03-29 17:05:00 | 80.39 | |
| 2513 | 2009-11-26 00:18:56 | 77.67 | |
| 2181 | 2009-10-28 19:16:49 | 69.13 | |
| 1904 | 2009-10-08 20:34:13 | 79.22 | |
| 1250 | 2009-07-29 11:40:57 | 65.98 | |
| 1208 | 2009-07-29 10:43:17 | 72.32 | |
| 749 | 2009-05-18 18:12:09 | 68.86 | |
| 480 | 2009-04-19 05:11:22 | 57.16 | |
| 415 | 2009-04-18 23:40:01 | 75.14 | |
| 55 | 2009-04-06 21:04:43 | 65.72 |