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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2610 | 2010-04-08 00:16:59 | 86.82 | |
| 2210 | 2010-03-28 03:46:58 | 87.18 | |
| 2184 | 2010-03-28 03:06:41 | 84.96 | |
| 1108 | 2010-03-11 04:14:23 | 88.54 | |
| 1000 | 2010-03-10 05:56:03 | 92.18 | |
| 993 | 2010-03-10 05:47:13 | 91.80 | |
| 265 | 2010-02-14 21:59:44 | 74.39 |