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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2939 | 2011-12-10 01:23:44 | 65.44 | 96% |
| 2936 | 2011-12-10 01:21:17 | 57.87 | 94% |
| 2215 | 2011-09-18 04:11:32 | 53.57 | 94% |
| 1411 | 2011-07-07 00:12:20 | 48.36 | 95% |
| 868 | 2011-02-20 20:49:47 | 53.15 | |
| 771 | 2011-02-18 02:48:29 | 52.49 | |
| 338 | 2011-01-28 01:23:41 | 29.41 |