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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1208 | 2009-07-17 15:48:04 | 86.70 | |
| 1136 | 2009-07-16 19:45:33 | 82.20 | |
| 1039 | 2009-07-13 08:38:11 | 80.52 | |
| 1030 | 2009-07-13 08:29:41 | 82.77 | |
| 981 | 2009-07-11 16:04:17 | 85.15 | |
| 500 | 2009-07-02 05:52:57 | 73.02 | |
| 455 | 2009-07-01 15:55:37 | 74.88 | |
| 177 | 2009-06-26 12:24:19 | 75.29 |