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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2617 | 2011-05-10 19:07:40 | 71.11 | 95% |
| 2320 | 2010-12-21 20:03:04 | 75.73 | |
| 2314 | 2010-12-21 18:45:12 | 69.87 | |
| 2276 | 2010-12-19 21:41:34 | 62.54 | |
| 2230 | 2010-12-16 18:09:25 | 64.15 | |
| 2019 | 2010-11-15 17:54:50 | 56.78 | |
| 1982 | 2010-10-30 15:42:56 | 71.96 | |
| 1612 | 2010-10-04 22:05:34 | 64.45 | |
| 1527 | 2010-09-30 08:25:36 | 58.15 | |
| 1467 | 2010-09-29 07:18:04 | 57.16 | |
| 1280 | 2010-09-22 21:08:23 | 63.23 |