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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1547 | 2009-08-18 01:54:27 | 79.89 | |
| 1517 | 2009-08-17 22:00:13 | 61.68 | |
| 1379 | 2009-08-07 15:36:59 | 64.54 | |
| 1285 | 2009-07-29 02:02:05 | 75.30 | |
| 1135 | 2009-07-23 21:09:10 | 73.18 | |
| 1065 | 2009-07-17 16:20:10 | 70.61 | |
| 1037 | 2009-07-17 15:13:00 | 64.15 | |
| 998 | 2009-07-16 19:08:09 | 69.75 | |
| 942 | 2009-07-15 16:40:36 | 77.42 | |
| 841 | 2009-07-14 18:09:47 | 66.79 | |
| 708 | 2009-07-13 17:39:26 | 56.63 | |
| 407 | 2009-07-06 20:58:35 | 63.83 |