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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3227 | 2010-08-26 05:51:58 | 62.90 | |
| 2980 | 2009-11-08 10:51:39 | 62.13 | |
| 2969 | 2009-11-05 18:40:46 | 68.89 | |
| 2950 | 2009-11-01 07:36:09 | 62.97 | |
| 2793 | 2009-09-30 09:20:33 | 60.45 | |
| 2556 | 2009-09-17 03:33:37 | 71.37 | |
| 2505 | 2009-09-13 17:57:19 | 54.48 | |
| 2362 | 2009-09-06 05:45:40 | 54.52 | |
| 2020 | 2009-08-20 17:00:49 | 54.51 | |
| 1930 | 2009-08-14 09:18:42 | 71.79 | |
| 1582 | 2009-07-18 15:40:08 | 53.97 | |
| 648 | 2009-06-23 10:51:37 | 54.44 |