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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1924 | 2010-03-15 23:13:17 | 68.87 | |
| 1891 | 2010-03-11 22:31:21 | 78.03 | |
| 1764 | 2010-03-01 15:21:02 | 75.71 | |
| 1151 | 2009-12-12 21:41:51 | 68.72 | |
| 1046 | 2009-12-05 14:13:21 | 77.79 | |
| 999 | 2009-12-01 16:02:26 | 82.30 | |
| 740 | 2009-11-13 21:03:18 | 63.55 | |
| 280 | 2009-10-19 00:51:41 | 53.11 |