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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1180 | 2011-01-20 02:40:50 | 51.94 | |
| 1067 | 2011-01-18 07:16:49 | 46.09 | |
| 862 | 2011-01-11 06:47:17 | 56.40 | |
| 821 | 2011-01-11 05:18:07 | 57.04 | |
| 483 | 2010-12-10 06:41:32 | 51.93 | |
| 463 | 2010-12-09 06:04:11 | 50.40 | |
| 284 | 2010-12-06 06:45:58 | 49.21 |