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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2920 | 2010-07-04 23:18:59 | 68.25 | |
| 2913 | 2010-07-04 23:11:04 | 58.60 | |
| 2470 | 2010-05-17 15:38:54 | 67.30 | |
| 2252 | 2010-05-08 10:24:40 | 61.80 | |
| 2230 | 2010-05-07 00:23:07 | 59.14 | |
| 1958 | 2010-04-12 12:02:01 | 64.39 | |
| 1929 | 2010-04-09 09:51:59 | 59.80 | |
| 1728 | 2010-03-28 09:49:47 | 58.68 | |
| 741 | 2010-02-22 14:57:21 | 51.67 |