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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2009-04-22 08:18:18 | 89.41 | |
| 1261 | 2009-04-05 03:38:10 | 72.14 | |
| 825 | 2009-02-28 03:59:07 | 83.54 | |
| 672 | 2009-02-22 06:56:22 | 79.12 | |
| 590 | 2009-02-18 15:32:52 | 84.44 | |
| 264 | 2009-02-03 09:21:16 | 79.17 | |
| 234 | 2009-01-31 08:27:34 | 70.74 | |
| 162 | 2009-01-05 05:58:47 | 70.25 |