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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8342 | 2010-02-02 01:09:24 | 49.56 | |
| 8173 | 2010-01-25 08:40:55 | 41.83 | |
| 7890 | 2010-01-22 08:25:57 | 54.87 | |
| 7781 | 2010-01-21 08:03:49 | 51.76 | |
| 7286 | 2010-01-18 07:39:37 | 45.64 | |
| 6764 | 2010-01-14 05:24:13 | 52.01 | |
| 6617 | 2010-01-13 03:00:03 | 43.52 | |
| 6585 | 2010-01-13 02:09:16 | 42.99 | |
| 5496 | 2010-01-05 02:17:39 | 51.34 | |
| 3932 | 2009-12-08 01:34:48 | 42.13 | |
| 2015 | 2009-10-30 04:59:31 | 41.27 | |
| 1698 | 2009-10-23 04:59:47 | 40.43 |