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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3024 | 2010-01-11 23:29:05 | 84.10 | |
| 2949 | 2010-01-10 00:58:51 | 92.88 | |
| 2877 | 2010-01-07 00:42:17 | 88.89 | |
| 2543 | 2009-12-17 00:34:55 | 87.45 | |
| 2238 | 2009-12-08 00:27:25 | 79.48 | |
| 1612 | 2009-11-10 04:40:06 | 83.93 | |
| 1209 | 2009-10-25 17:51:25 | 87.67 | |
| 1082 | 2009-10-21 00:52:22 | 77.73 | |
| 829 | 2009-08-28 16:41:36 | 86.39 |