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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 610 | 2010-05-14 12:41:55 | 52.86 | |
| 580 | 2010-05-09 11:15:28 | 55.97 | |
| 570 | 2010-04-20 06:35:06 | 59.47 | |
| 545 | 2010-04-09 04:24:24 | 54.65 | |
| 109 | 2009-07-01 07:53:40 | 58.19 | |
| 35 | 2009-06-18 16:54:28 | 51.32 | |
| 28 | 2009-06-18 16:45:55 | 48.34 |