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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1929 | 2009-09-17 11:59:30 | 74.79 | |
| 1829 | 2009-09-15 17:51:33 | 64.19 | |
| 1709 | 2009-09-08 17:57:15 | 61.83 | |
| 1477 | 2009-09-04 18:23:21 | 68.34 | |
| 993 | 2009-08-26 17:54:48 | 61.82 | |
| 973 | 2009-08-26 17:23:37 | 59.72 | |
| 964 | 2009-08-26 17:03:01 | 67.18 |