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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8114 | 2012-03-02 08:05:39 | 60.73 | 89% |
| 7987 | 2011-07-01 09:43:50 | 58.87 | 89% |
| 7761 | 2011-06-23 04:12:27 | 59.65 | 88% |
| 7139 | 2011-04-28 06:59:20 | 50.80 | |
| 6904 | 2011-04-08 04:11:42 | 52.23 | |
| 6795 | 2011-03-14 06:09:38 | 47.52 | |
| 4241 | 2010-09-24 07:47:51 | 46.26 | |
| 4223 | 2010-09-24 04:39:53 | 53.26 | |
| 3862 | 2010-09-10 03:42:25 | 39.81 |