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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1625 | 2010-03-05 12:11:35 | 68.63 | |
| 1600 | 2010-02-03 20:32:19 | 68.30 | |
| 1441 | 2009-11-10 00:33:46 | 65.63 | |
| 1387 | 2009-11-07 18:53:34 | 73.33 | |
| 1375 | 2009-11-06 23:50:34 | 68.34 | |
| 1255 | 2009-11-01 17:14:52 | 68.15 | |
| 999 | 2009-10-20 00:38:15 | 72.95 | |
| 818 | 2009-09-14 00:25:19 | 68.54 | |
| 711 | 2009-09-11 22:32:40 | 68.11 | |
| 526 | 2009-08-25 16:45:04 | 64.67 | |
| 433 | 2009-08-21 23:19:22 | 69.99 |