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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2362 | 2010-12-06 06:47:09 | 93.49 | |
| 1721 | 2009-12-12 23:11:57 | 91.79 | |
| 1690 | 2009-12-12 21:34:06 | 92.36 | |
| 1658 | 2009-12-12 03:38:50 | 97.77 | |
| 1606 | 2009-12-12 01:08:33 | 99.08 | |
| 1035 | 2009-12-06 06:32:05 | 86.45 | |
| 677 | 2009-11-30 04:51:24 | 96.57 | |
| 293 | 2009-11-22 20:57:19 | 81.35 | |
| 208 | 2009-11-22 05:24:31 | 87.85 |