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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 516 | 2010-11-02 16:23:18 | 83.31 | |
| 403 | 2010-10-13 16:26:54 | 97.14 | |
| 280 | 2010-09-29 16:48:24 | 112.91 | |
| 165 | 2010-09-13 16:46:30 | 89.53 | |
| 159 | 2010-09-10 16:50:25 | 101.96 |