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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2659 | 2011-07-11 11:59:07 | 90.66 | 98% |
| 2622 | 2011-06-27 13:34:04 | 90.53 | 96% |
| 2088 | 2011-03-24 19:32:32 | 90.23 | |
| 1583 | 2010-07-03 18:05:42 | 89.21 | |
| 1195 | 2010-06-07 06:26:11 | 88.74 | |
| 451 | 2010-02-07 15:53:01 | 83.60 |