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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1942 | 2009-09-17 11:59:30 | 75.12 | |
| 1738 | 2009-08-07 18:39:19 | 72.90 | |
| 1564 | 2009-06-20 14:29:11 | 71.82 | |
| 1557 | 2009-06-20 14:22:11 | 70.40 | |
| 1491 | 2009-06-14 17:56:36 | 70.06 | |
| 1454 | 2009-06-13 19:22:59 | 68.83 | |
| 986 | 2009-04-13 16:16:55 | 60.71 | |
| 936 | 2009-03-31 20:26:07 | 62.97 | |
| 924 | 2009-03-31 20:13:33 | 63.29 | |
| 916 | 2009-03-30 15:45:05 | 62.39 |