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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1555 | 2011-06-16 20:00:34 | 61.16 | 95% |
| 1496 | 2011-06-10 18:31:21 | 63.12 | 92% |
| 1234 | 2011-05-29 18:10:56 | 65.23 | 95% |
| 886 | 2010-08-18 06:59:47 | 56.26 | |
| 706 | 2010-07-22 05:05:19 | 50.91 | |
| 691 | 2010-07-21 15:14:29 | 59.50 |