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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1387 | 2009-04-06 14:24:02 | 99.73 | |
| 1170 | 2009-03-19 07:50:20 | 103.89 | |
| 1151 | 2009-03-19 02:51:16 | 90.67 | |
| 1141 | 2009-03-18 05:44:05 | 100.32 | |
| 1097 | 2009-03-16 04:15:59 | 99.19 | |
| 1076 | 2009-03-15 09:54:22 | 93.11 | |
| 975 | 2009-02-27 11:27:48 | 83.39 | |
| 926 | 2009-02-22 11:35:19 | 90.47 | |
| 918 | 2009-02-22 08:40:48 | 89.82 | |
| 673 | 2009-02-09 10:27:36 | 88.65 | |
| 640 | 2009-02-08 09:10:25 | 89.14 | |
| 514 | 2009-02-02 04:13:55 | 107.04 | |
| 358 | 2009-01-20 03:54:45 | 102.42 | |
| 216 | 2009-01-16 08:02:27 | 86.25 |