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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2889 | 2010-11-05 15:59:25 | 64.80 | |
| 1789 | 2010-10-28 13:36:23 | 57.69 | |
| 1684 | 2010-10-27 20:11:52 | 56.02 | |
| 1433 | 2010-10-25 19:24:39 | 68.93 | |
| 708 | 2010-10-15 11:26:24 | 65.20 | |
| 655 | 2010-10-14 18:13:50 | 75.28 | |
| 550 | 2010-10-13 21:15:53 | 62.04 | |
| 487 | 2010-10-13 18:34:08 | 81.68 | |
| 145 | 2010-10-08 10:39:00 | 65.48 |