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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6756 | 2010-08-04 04:33:47 | 83.18 | |
| 6409 | 2010-07-24 04:36:52 | 82.76 | |
| 6316 | 2010-07-18 07:19:48 | 85.63 | |
| 6304 | 2010-07-18 07:03:51 | 79.83 | |
| 6206 | 2010-07-16 05:54:59 | 79.89 | |
| 5623 | 2009-09-06 22:49:28 | 77.85 | |
| 5412 | 2009-09-02 01:44:00 | 75.42 | |
| 4440 | 2009-02-08 04:38:41 | 80.04 | |
| 4423 | 2009-02-07 23:40:12 | 73.36 | |
| 3559 | 2009-01-11 19:28:03 | 74.56 | |
| 3480 | 2009-01-11 03:42:50 | 72.47 | |
| 3395 | 2009-01-06 06:15:28 | 82.61 |