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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2764 | 2010-05-23 20:33:49 | 64.50 | |
| 2175 | 2010-04-12 22:55:10 | 61.89 | |
| 1826 | 2010-03-30 00:52:26 | 60.71 | |
| 1518 | 2010-03-20 00:22:48 | 64.55 | |
| 1298 | 2010-03-11 20:40:05 | 61.71 | |
| 542 | 2010-01-22 13:44:50 | 62.29 | |
| 255 | 2009-12-06 04:38:41 | 62.64 | |
| 214 | 2009-12-05 11:59:35 | 56.76 |