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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2063 | 2010-01-07 16:15:51 | 57.73 | |
| 1845 | 2009-12-02 08:55:42 | 62.80 | |
| 1471 | 2009-09-27 05:41:27 | 52.76 | |
| 1388 | 2009-09-10 01:01:45 | 56.46 | |
| 861 | 2009-07-20 09:49:26 | 60.85 | |
| 810 | 2009-07-18 16:38:04 | 50.06 | |
| 485 | 2009-06-10 09:17:07 | 49.79 | |
| 352 | 2009-05-21 10:24:24 | 50.81 | |
| 339 | 2009-05-21 09:27:07 | 50.15 | |
| 327 | 2009-05-21 08:36:12 | 48.26 | |
| 236 | 2009-05-19 07:18:50 | 48.00 |