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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1533 | 2011-02-07 16:09:55 | 67.95 | |
| 1435 | 2010-11-21 01:48:57 | 55.97 | |
| 1108 | 2010-10-26 15:04:24 | 63.98 | |
| 895 | 2010-02-09 16:17:35 | 63.64 | |
| 331 | 2009-12-13 04:36:49 | 72.12 | |
| 187 | 2009-11-11 17:54:11 | 69.62 | |
| 63 | 2009-11-06 15:10:01 | 67.95 |