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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3339 | 2011-11-09 08:46:48 | 68.02 | 92% |
| 3094 | 2010-12-22 11:24:10 | 72.81 | |
| 2285 | 2010-08-09 02:31:57 | 64.41 | |
| 1713 | 2010-05-02 13:07:38 | 62.54 | |
| 1610 | 2010-04-15 12:10:55 | 62.06 | |
| 1432 | 2010-03-05 11:23:50 | 62.25 | |
| 1164 | 2010-01-18 10:34:11 | 48.24 | |
| 1112 | 2010-01-15 11:09:22 | 51.12 | |
| 1044 | 2010-01-12 09:15:42 | 58.84 | |
| 784 | 2009-12-18 02:09:08 | 39.25 | |
| 635 | 2009-11-13 08:55:39 | 47.51 | |
| 431 | 2009-10-23 01:32:22 | 47.21 |