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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1294 | 2012-03-17 14:29:30 | 61.50 | 91% |
| 1052 | 2012-03-12 00:06:39 | 52.50 | 88% |
| 510 | 2012-03-02 20:35:53 | 50.60 | 94% |