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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5371 | 2011-03-27 23:39:04 | 118.53 | |
| 4828 | 2011-03-09 20:37:27 | 124.72 | |
| 4643 | 2011-03-05 16:01:16 | 114.33 | |
| 4204 | 2011-02-21 17:40:33 | 114.95 | |
| 3189 | 2011-02-15 01:51:42 | 119.21 | |
| 3161 | 2011-02-14 16:01:23 | 120.45 | |
| 2841 | 2011-02-11 19:32:48 | 125.54 | |
| 2540 | 2011-02-08 15:22:19 | 106.04 | |
| 1958 | 2011-02-04 23:34:40 | 105.09 | |
| 1916 | 2011-02-04 22:43:55 | 110.84 | |
| 1773 | 2011-02-04 16:48:58 | 95.72 | |
| 1432 | 2011-02-02 21:12:28 | 108.80 | |
| 986 | 2011-01-31 15:36:19 | 102.05 |