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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1728 | 2010-01-19 15:28:33 | 70.87 | |
| 1639 | 2010-01-18 03:48:49 | 76.17 | |
| 1428 | 2010-01-13 18:54:38 | 79.49 | |
| 1150 | 2009-11-25 17:02:12 | 73.21 | |
| 1021 | 2009-11-23 20:32:40 | 70.99 | |
| 918 | 2009-11-23 16:38:10 | 62.60 | |
| 797 | 2009-11-21 19:49:40 | 83.01 | |
| 490 | 2009-11-20 04:42:00 | 85.03 | |
| 204 | 2009-11-19 16:37:06 | 85.89 |