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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1498 | 2009-05-20 14:00:07 | 72.70 | |
| 1315 | 2009-05-15 11:13:41 | 83.52 | |
| 1289 | 2009-05-15 10:29:59 | 70.38 | |
| 966 | 2009-05-06 03:16:15 | 71.87 | |
| 389 | 2009-04-06 03:05:06 | 73.44 | |
| 344 | 2009-04-05 09:41:17 | 69.55 | |
| 327 | 2009-04-05 09:13:20 | 67.20 | |
| 210 | 2009-03-29 12:13:32 | 70.42 | |
| 164 | 2009-03-29 06:51:08 | 61.93 | |
| 163 | 2009-03-29 06:49:57 | 67.70 |