Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air and deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves - the echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand, and everything is green and submarine.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 696 | 2009-12-04 19:38:30 | 71.33 | |
| 695 | 2009-12-04 19:37:33 | 62.26 | |
| 347 | 2009-10-02 21:18:06 | 60.76 |