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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2126 | 2013-02-27 22:36:20 | 72.69 | 93% |
| 1864 | 2011-02-17 21:16:15 | 75.79 | |
| 1825 | 2011-02-14 16:22:34 | 72.04 | |
| 1660 | 2010-10-13 01:06:15 | 71.90 | |
| 1645 | 2010-10-13 00:44:05 | 73.09 | |
| 1443 | 2010-08-27 19:39:46 | 64.28 | |
| 1328 | 2010-07-26 18:20:31 | 80.17 | |
| 1247 | 2010-07-16 22:41:22 | 71.32 | |
| 1101 | 2010-07-09 17:28:29 | 64.77 | |
| 866 | 2010-04-08 19:15:37 | 69.63 |