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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2138 | 2010-12-19 06:18:44 | 89.10 | |
| 1512 | 2010-09-12 11:46:47 | 90.53 | |
| 1368 | 2010-09-07 10:25:00 | 87.23 | |
| 1347 | 2010-09-07 10:05:29 | 87.81 | |
| 710 | 2010-07-15 14:15:38 | 86.30 | |
| 583 | 2010-07-15 12:03:44 | 82.54 | |
| 175 | 2010-07-09 07:41:30 | 76.87 |