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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1130 | 2010-09-30 02:20:21 | 85.21 | |
| 950 | 2010-06-26 01:32:48 | 88.17 | |
| 909 | 2010-06-23 16:13:20 | 91.62 | |
| 884 | 2010-06-22 02:09:46 | 85.69 | |
| 717 | 2010-03-01 21:39:34 | 82.64 | |
| 621 | 2010-02-16 02:19:41 | 88.10 | |
| 583 | 2010-02-03 20:53:54 | 83.55 | |
| 287 | 2009-11-13 21:03:08 | 77.79 |