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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4686 | 2011-02-20 10:31:04 | 74.87 | |
| 4303 | 2010-09-12 11:46:51 | 81.26 | |
| 4060 | 2010-08-28 05:50:48 | 78.48 | |
| 3483 | 2010-07-22 13:31:46 | 83.04 | |
| 2960 | 2009-12-22 14:58:03 | 69.82 | |
| 1267 | 2009-10-15 10:52:41 | 58.70 | |
| 1219 | 2009-10-14 11:21:01 | 70.41 | |
| 802 | 2009-09-25 14:59:34 | 58.28 | |
| 681 | 2009-09-18 10:31:49 | 59.33 | |
| 538 | 2009-06-27 09:01:23 | 55.46 | |
| 254 | 2009-06-23 10:41:28 | 51.79 |