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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2198 | 2010-12-15 17:02:07 | 69.02 | |
| 1747 | 2010-05-25 18:56:05 | 71.23 | |
| 1643 | 2010-05-19 13:46:01 | 68.37 | |
| 1167 | 2009-12-26 20:59:52 | 59.87 | |
| 1074 | 2009-10-21 17:08:36 | 59.73 | |
| 839 | 2009-07-14 22:02:54 | 58.00 | |
| 644 | 2009-07-03 18:51:27 | 60.92 | |
| 483 | 2009-06-29 21:39:22 | 52.12 | |
| 221 | 2009-06-18 09:15:02 | 55.37 |