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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2486 | 2009-12-08 09:02:33 | 86.21 | |
| 2324 | 2009-12-06 15:52:16 | 76.42 | |
| 1873 | 2009-11-08 08:38:58 | 77.85 | |
| 1387 | 2009-10-30 06:59:24 | 76.46 | |
| 1349 | 2009-10-29 12:04:13 | 64.64 | |
| 759 | 2009-10-15 16:26:43 | 76.23 | |
| 758 | 2009-10-15 13:24:06 | 78.08 | |
| 740 | 2009-10-14 13:59:36 | 78.43 | |
| 374 | 2009-10-06 15:57:37 | 68.36 |