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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2251 | 2010-10-07 21:13:22 | 95.87 | |
| 2207 | 2010-09-04 03:36:27 | 95.62 | |
| 2006 | 2010-08-18 04:48:59 | 87.08 | |
| 1718 | 2010-07-19 01:05:21 | 92.28 | |
| 1359 | 2010-06-16 02:57:59 | 83.39 | |
| 1186 | 2010-05-31 23:25:07 | 93.06 | |
| 1159 | 2010-05-29 05:29:23 | 93.55 | |
| 1009 | 2010-05-20 21:28:39 | 85.38 | |
| 928 | 2010-05-17 23:50:53 | 85.97 | |
| 543 | 2010-05-02 23:27:47 | 76.17 | |
| 266 | 2010-04-18 00:51:37 | 67.62 | |
| 128 | 2010-04-10 05:07:50 | 66.84 |