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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3376 | 2010-06-12 02:34:15 | 70.17 | |
| 2816 | 2010-06-02 13:31:56 | 63.70 | |
| 2703 | 2010-06-01 08:34:39 | 71.64 | |
| 2682 | 2010-06-01 01:22:41 | 72.01 | |
| 1546 | 2010-04-27 07:43:44 | 58.89 | |
| 940 | 2010-04-12 04:50:17 | 57.77 | |
| 132 | 2010-04-04 07:25:09 | 56.92 |