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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1306 | 2009-04-26 03:36:54 | 119.89 | |
| 1280 | 2009-04-25 22:44:08 | 108.33 | |
| 1043 | 2009-04-21 06:50:08 | 97.83 | |
| 790 | 2009-04-19 03:43:16 | 108.05 | |
| 679 | 2009-04-18 05:51:16 | 118.29 | |
| 557 | 2009-04-17 16:31:44 | 105.85 | |
| 545 | 2009-04-17 05:48:23 | 96.24 | |
| 136 | 2009-04-09 05:39:34 | 100.23 |