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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 758 | 2011-12-02 12:05:31 | 131.21 | 96% |
| 623 | 2011-06-03 20:47:03 | 137.30 | 97% |
| 619 | 2011-06-03 13:47:59 | 130.34 | 96% |
| 410 | 2010-10-23 20:52:57 | 140.87 | |
| 388 | 2010-10-23 16:34:08 | 128.40 | |
| 204 | 2010-05-29 18:52:57 | 130.45 | |
| 110 | 2010-04-24 19:06:12 | 120.88 |