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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2310 | 2010-03-16 21:27:17 | 93.43 | |
| 2157 | 2009-11-17 15:53:08 | 78.72 | |
| 1289 | 2009-07-09 20:53:12 | 86.51 | |
| 1254 | 2009-07-07 15:50:56 | 80.98 | |
| 1217 | 2009-07-03 15:07:26 | 88.78 | |
| 1086 | 2009-06-28 16:08:26 | 90.41 | |
| 761 | 2009-05-27 15:31:49 | 84.00 | |
| 714 | 2009-05-25 11:41:31 | 84.10 | |
| 662 | 2009-05-24 15:15:20 | 90.28 |