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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2010-05-10 23:50:46 | 81.33 | |
| 1033 | 2010-01-28 00:17:30 | 80.99 | |
| 854 | 2009-12-28 03:42:14 | 88.86 | |
| 706 | 2009-09-02 21:08:57 | 81.79 | |
| 637 | 2009-08-29 19:32:25 | 76.34 | |
| 496 | 2009-08-10 21:31:42 | 52.58 | |
| 413 | 2009-08-05 05:41:14 | 69.48 | |
| 330 | 2009-08-04 04:17:34 | 67.69 | |
| 267 | 2009-07-31 20:52:51 | 69.41 | |
| 150 | 2009-07-28 20:42:27 | 59.38 | |
| 112 | 2009-07-27 23:05:20 | 63.30 | |
| 95 | 2009-07-27 05:49:49 | 61.70 |