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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4406 | 2011-02-07 09:26:50 | 109.95 | |
| 4162 | 2011-02-04 08:18:44 | 98.07 | |
| 4004 | 2011-02-03 05:09:08 | 106.04 | |
| 3013 | 2010-11-29 02:02:42 | 98.51 | |
| 1967 | 2010-10-29 14:08:04 | 105.85 | |
| 1837 | 2010-10-26 02:07:40 | 101.45 | |
| 1812 | 2010-10-25 02:06:02 | 108.87 | |
| 982 | 2009-08-18 04:50:38 | 103.08 | |
| 956 | 2009-07-28 15:46:52 | 103.08 | |
| 903 | 2009-07-28 07:46:46 | 112.97 | |
| 822 | 2009-04-22 09:02:47 | 91.87 |