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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1005 | 2011-07-26 17:18:19 | 118.98 | 94% |
| 881 | 2011-04-21 17:23:08 | 137.91 | |
| 410 | 2011-03-28 14:37:05 | 122.90 | |
| 346 | 2010-06-18 04:19:32 | 118.23 | |
| 139 | 2010-03-30 01:46:28 | 110.29 | |
| 93 | 2010-03-29 16:37:02 | 118.48 |