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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1900 | 2011-07-28 10:45:44 | 88.75 | 94% |
| 905 | 2009-07-23 14:24:34 | 79.94 | |
| 784 | 2009-06-28 22:16:39 | 74.61 | |
| 642 | 2009-05-25 16:38:14 | 71.95 | |
| 614 | 2009-05-19 19:49:50 | 83.69 | |
| 232 | 2009-04-20 17:14:37 | 65.11 |