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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2195 | 2011-02-19 04:33:31 | 93.32 | |
| 1651 | 2011-01-16 18:58:43 | 84.31 | |
| 1178 | 2011-01-03 03:21:39 | 91.19 | |
| 839 | 2010-12-25 23:23:28 | 107.62 | |
| 784 | 2010-12-24 00:07:15 | 99.57 | |
| 641 | 2010-12-21 01:35:10 | 109.19 | |
| 101 | 2010-12-07 04:58:43 | 93.88 |