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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2933 | 2009-07-02 21:46:42 | 78.19 | |
| 1802 | 2009-06-19 01:12:31 | 83.68 | |
| 1793 | 2009-06-18 13:14:43 | 90.40 | |
| 1771 | 2009-06-18 04:12:03 | 93.61 | |
| 538 | 2009-05-27 03:48:37 | 88.27 | |
| 497 | 2009-05-26 16:10:22 | 89.56 | |
| 431 | 2009-05-25 13:04:21 | 87.93 | |
| 190 | 2009-05-21 10:37:46 | 85.14 |