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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2591 | 2010-09-26 12:17:27 | 77.12 | |
| 2559 | 2010-09-25 14:32:33 | 75.15 | |
| 2246 | 2010-09-12 12:45:54 | 81.19 | |
| 2163 | 2010-09-12 03:12:40 | 75.54 | |
| 1419 | 2010-08-31 01:40:41 | 76.88 | |
| 1393 | 2010-08-30 16:30:28 | 58.99 | |
| 1278 | 2010-08-30 13:34:33 | 74.29 | |
| 780 | 2010-08-22 14:24:37 | 73.48 | |
| 564 | 2010-08-21 12:03:33 | 64.81 | |
| 257 | 2010-04-14 12:17:39 | 45.04 |