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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1198 | 2011-08-19 16:01:38 | 75.17 | 97% |
| 1027 | 2010-12-09 17:27:00 | 63.95 | |
| 944 | 2010-09-29 16:06:13 | 56.78 | |
| 917 | 2010-09-28 16:16:25 | 68.22 | |
| 904 | 2010-09-27 14:42:14 | 62.39 | |
| 718 | 2010-09-07 16:50:50 | 76.20 | |
| 604 | 2010-08-19 15:54:26 | 61.37 | |
| 559 | 2010-08-19 12:54:31 | 59.95 | |
| 325 | 2010-08-12 14:58:11 | 59.15 | |
| 160 | 2010-08-05 11:39:34 | 62.55 | |
| 153 | 2010-08-04 19:09:41 | 55.49 | |
| 135 | 2010-08-04 16:56:44 | 64.54 |