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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1236 | 2010-05-05 09:57:59 | 83.93 | |
| 989 | 2009-07-31 10:18:06 | 82.88 | |
| 703 | 2009-06-21 16:41:18 | 74.44 | |
| 603 | 2009-05-25 06:38:09 | 82.30 | |
| 521 | 2009-05-21 09:55:39 | 77.32 | |
| 477 | 2009-05-20 07:17:44 | 68.63 | |
| 379 | 2009-04-02 11:19:04 | 74.60 | |
| 17 | 2008-12-31 10:27:24 | 69.48 |