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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1908 | 2011-02-18 17:32:20 | 112.45 | |
| 1768 | 2011-02-13 18:30:48 | 109.34 | |
| 1407 | 2011-02-01 23:39:11 | 102.62 | |
| 969 | 2011-01-25 14:37:00 | 96.76 | |
| 728 | 2011-01-24 14:41:51 | 97.36 | |
| 292 | 2011-01-15 22:58:24 | 98.69 |