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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3274 | 2009-06-16 15:46:16 | 92.98 | |
| 3138 | 2009-05-25 20:49:56 | 88.80 | |
| 2999 | 2009-05-17 13:08:12 | 94.29 | |
| 2816 | 2009-04-28 14:02:14 | 89.48 | |
| 2331 | 2009-03-26 14:29:01 | 90.49 | |
| 2055 | 2009-02-27 16:24:42 | 97.67 | |
| 1740 | 2009-01-15 15:54:21 | 86.76 | |
| 1547 | 2009-01-08 23:39:39 | 89.12 |