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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1303 | 2011-04-20 12:13:09 | 69.97 | |
| 1166 | 2011-04-19 11:26:08 | 68.69 | |
| 1164 | 2011-04-19 11:09:13 | 45.74 | |
| 885 | 2011-04-11 09:34:09 | 71.42 | |
| 744 | 2011-04-05 11:09:46 | 67.62 | |
| 379 | 2011-01-25 13:22:11 | 78.48 | |
| 259 | 2011-01-24 19:51:53 | 72.56 | |
| 12 | 2011-01-21 13:08:44 | 59.11 |