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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3006 | 2009-07-10 00:59:39 | 67.75 | |
| 2842 | 2009-07-01 23:11:54 | 59.95 | |
| 2478 | 2009-06-04 13:20:42 | 45.38 | |
| 2458 | 2009-06-04 11:01:35 | 54.62 | |
| 2203 | 2009-05-31 23:39:51 | 59.02 | |
| 2177 | 2009-05-31 16:29:11 | 53.55 | |
| 1985 | 2009-05-20 15:10:28 | 57.05 | |
| 1732 | 2009-05-16 09:35:41 | 51.40 | |
| 510 | 2009-03-02 16:31:54 | 41.52 |