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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2656 | 2011-06-16 20:48:42 | 67.41 | 88% |
| 2090 | 2011-03-02 07:24:05 | 74.40 | |
| 2041 | 2011-02-26 08:26:13 | 64.47 | |
| 2003 | 2011-02-05 06:37:15 | 63.58 | |
| 1010 | 2010-10-30 23:23:54 | 58.09 | |
| 722 | 2010-10-23 20:07:22 | 48.13 | |
| 265 | 2010-10-12 00:47:00 | 49.65 |