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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2785 | 2010-11-30 18:58:41 | 65.84 | |
| 2684 | 2010-06-15 02:49:12 | 77.23 | |
| 1981 | 2010-02-09 03:46:56 | 81.40 | |
| 1759 | 2010-01-10 00:13:51 | 60.99 | |
| 1487 | 2009-12-18 17:24:09 | 52.91 | |
| 1267 | 2009-10-20 00:36:24 | 52.31 | |
| 1191 | 2009-10-09 03:37:55 | 63.08 | |
| 1026 | 2009-09-17 16:22:19 | 73.98 | |
| 774 | 2009-09-03 19:58:33 | 61.33 | |
| 684 | 2009-08-16 16:04:50 | 61.43 |