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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2655 | 2010-08-22 07:45:57 | 77.61 | |
| 1899 | 2010-07-18 08:58:33 | 86.53 | |
| 1037 | 2010-07-10 12:17:24 | 78.25 | |
| 617 | 2010-07-07 16:45:46 | 81.71 | |
| 568 | 2010-07-07 13:35:50 | 85.99 | |
| 251 | 2010-07-04 09:30:54 | 85.84 | |
| 145 | 2010-07-04 06:53:01 | 78.00 |