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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2085 | 2010-11-16 06:46:24 | 106.36 | |
| 2077 | 2010-11-16 06:33:08 | 105.47 | |
| 1922 | 2010-11-10 02:41:35 | 96.16 | |
| 1324 | 2010-11-03 04:05:37 | 109.96 | |
| 1047 | 2010-10-27 04:04:04 | 102.16 | |
| 713 | 2010-10-20 03:43:30 | 97.02 | |
| 443 | 2010-10-17 05:06:38 | 91.36 | |
| 26 | 2010-10-16 03:25:51 | 94.86 |