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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1250 | 2010-06-04 06:34:55 | 113.20 | |
| 1234 | 2010-06-04 05:50:35 | 116.45 | |
| 1175 | 2010-06-03 11:48:05 | 125.28 | |
| 1100 | 2010-06-03 03:47:41 | 124.63 | |
| 1077 | 2010-06-02 13:15:23 | 107.63 | |
| 695 | 2010-05-29 05:29:18 | 109.67 | |
| 350 | 2010-05-23 12:01:32 | 105.73 |