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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2891 | 2010-12-18 17:33:53 | 58.68 | |
| 2496 | 2010-12-05 13:07:44 | 64.92 | |
| 2415 | 2010-12-04 16:54:19 | 59.94 | |
| 2271 | 2010-12-01 12:41:47 | 55.84 | |
| 2201 | 2010-11-28 11:13:17 | 59.57 | |
| 1855 | 2010-11-01 07:46:29 | 57.99 | |
| 1818 | 2010-10-30 10:13:27 | 52.96 | |
| 1338 | 2010-10-16 18:32:58 | 51.77 | |
| 914 | 2010-09-13 07:09:37 | 55.66 |