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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2011-05-02 05:16:38 | 42.66 | |
| 693 | 2011-04-22 14:41:33 | 37.58 | |
| 118 | 2011-04-04 16:57:35 | 30.73 |