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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2227 | 2011-11-20 05:53:29 | 80.22 | 96% |
| 2161 | 2011-08-02 21:11:30 | 86.63 | 97% |
| 2160 | 2011-08-02 21:02:27 | 80.75 | 96% |
| 1702 | 2010-08-19 14:54:42 | 71.37 | |
| 1573 | 2010-08-05 04:31:05 | 77.61 | |
| 1541 | 2010-07-04 04:42:25 | 73.54 | |
| 1445 | 2010-06-02 16:59:01 | 74.23 | |
| 236 | 2009-02-25 15:23:57 | 75.51 |