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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2428 | 2009-11-13 22:56:48 | 98.30 | |
| 2084 | 2009-11-08 14:30:28 | 102.27 | |
| 1913 | 2009-10-16 15:43:35 | 85.23 | |
| 1272 | 2009-10-12 12:18:09 | 81.07 | |
| 1162 | 2009-10-11 14:50:42 | 95.67 | |
| 1149 | 2009-10-11 14:00:04 | 92.34 | |
| 900 | 2009-09-19 19:53:21 | 90.73 | |
| 575 | 2009-09-17 21:18:46 | 74.75 |