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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2571 | 2011-11-25 09:13:05 | 65.98 | 93% |
| 2197 | 2010-04-05 08:59:13 | 62.27 | |
| 1821 | 2010-01-25 09:23:22 | 64.01 | |
| 1747 | 2010-01-22 16:03:39 | 67.68 | |
| 1704 | 2010-01-22 13:44:46 | 67.58 | |
| 1358 | 2009-10-27 09:58:54 | 45.18 | |
| 1355 | 2009-10-27 09:53:54 | 53.17 | |
| 1253 | 2009-10-21 12:22:40 | 54.44 | |
| 688 | 2009-09-22 14:56:51 | 49.00 |