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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2128 | 2010-12-28 08:51:17 | 104.73 | |
| 1719 | 2010-06-01 02:08:20 | 94.96 | |
| 1411 | 2009-12-25 05:46:17 | 75.27 | |
| 1060 | 2009-11-06 03:52:42 | 67.17 | |
| 500 | 2009-06-04 05:14:28 | 55.61 | |
| 321 | 2009-04-23 14:31:56 | 64.08 |