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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1406 | 2012-08-31 06:04:32 | 78.26 | 94% |
| 1330 | 2010-09-01 10:39:43 | 81.75 | |
| 1300 | 2010-08-24 07:59:43 | 77.44 | |
| 1016 | 2010-01-10 11:55:59 | 78.62 | |
| 829 | 2009-12-25 04:01:23 | 77.45 | |
| 650 | 2009-12-19 16:40:14 | 72.57 | |
| 520 | 2009-12-12 15:05:46 | 79.97 | |
| 291 | 2009-11-26 11:23:23 | 69.66 | |
| 135 | 2009-09-21 05:47:47 | 61.88 |