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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2301 | 2009-06-10 08:08:34 | 91.86 | |
| 2015 | 2009-05-12 12:41:48 | 84.66 | |
| 1908 | 2009-05-04 13:09:59 | 82.98 | |
| 1760 | 2009-04-25 03:30:36 | 71.86 | |
| 1710 | 2009-02-19 14:48:32 | 81.99 | |
| 1611 | 2009-02-13 15:31:49 | 87.11 | |
| 1212 | 2009-01-20 04:17:23 | 83.73 | |
| 920 | 2009-01-13 03:52:14 | 85.33 | |
| 658 | 2009-01-07 08:15:20 | 74.53 |