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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3204 | 2011-01-31 16:47:42 | 69.32 | |
| 2877 | 2010-12-02 22:41:39 | 65.69 | |
| 2550 | 2010-11-18 06:02:15 | 62.82 | |
| 2512 | 2010-11-17 05:41:03 | 65.32 | |
| 2030 | 2010-03-31 05:56:57 | 66.06 | |
| 955 | 2010-02-28 15:59:33 | 60.46 | |
| 536 | 2010-02-19 17:58:21 | 59.52 | |
| 345 | 2010-02-17 06:10:42 | 54.88 |