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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4052 | 2011-01-10 07:58:36 | 82.91 | |
| 3813 | 2010-10-05 03:53:22 | 93.08 | |
| 3449 | 2010-09-13 14:18:16 | 98.96 | |
| 2505 | 2010-08-12 06:51:41 | 90.08 | |
| 2337 | 2010-08-08 08:21:13 | 87.18 | |
| 2178 | 2010-08-05 08:43:58 | 85.24 | |
| 2171 | 2010-08-05 04:31:01 | 85.27 | |
| 1788 | 2010-07-24 08:36:48 | 84.77 | |
| 647 | 2010-06-21 03:42:22 | 80.66 |