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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2008 | 2011-04-20 12:13:08 | 71.91 | |
| 1964 | 2010-10-15 13:40:36 | 64.79 | |
| 1745 | 2010-07-22 09:06:36 | 59.01 | |
| 969 | 2009-10-27 11:53:23 | 63.28 | |
| 818 | 2009-07-14 17:48:11 | 55.42 | |
| 547 | 2009-06-16 20:44:38 | 52.54 | |
| 489 | 2009-06-05 18:41:21 | 55.25 | |
| 472 | 2009-06-05 17:58:03 | 50.34 | |
| 114 | 2009-05-23 20:17:44 | 54.11 |