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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 849 | 2010-01-18 12:19:41 | 64.79 | |
| 760 | 2009-08-31 03:51:13 | 63.80 | |
| 685 | 2009-07-09 10:54:11 | 69.82 | |
| 607 | 2009-07-04 11:15:37 | 57.77 | |
| 455 | 2009-06-19 11:38:47 | 60.45 | |
| 440 | 2009-06-15 13:45:07 | 58.38 | |
| 431 | 2009-06-15 11:54:07 | 61.52 | |
| 390 | 2009-06-13 13:52:36 | 57.46 | |
| 377 | 2009-06-13 03:06:51 | 63.00 | |
| 345 | 2009-06-09 14:59:23 | 57.79 | |
| 309 | 2009-06-07 04:28:21 | 58.57 | |
| 121 | 2009-04-07 11:59:00 | 55.81 |