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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2053 | 2010-09-25 01:41:14 | 77.66 | |
| 1877 | 2010-09-11 13:05:13 | 78.78 | |
| 1817 | 2010-09-11 06:08:15 | 84.63 | |
| 1680 | 2010-09-04 11:20:00 | 76.12 | |
| 1659 | 2010-09-04 06:04:11 | 78.72 | |
| 1428 | 2010-07-11 17:08:48 | 74.78 | |
| 1105 | 2010-06-22 14:36:44 | 61.55 | |
| 751 | 2010-06-15 16:35:50 | 74.88 | |
| 735 | 2010-06-15 16:13:48 | 73.35 | |
| 623 | 2010-06-12 07:29:51 | 77.05 | |
| 576 | 2010-06-12 06:30:15 | 75.23 | |
| 120 | 2009-10-23 08:48:48 | 56.04 |