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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 590 | 2009-09-03 07:50:20 | 56.82 | |
| 505 | 2009-09-02 02:11:43 | 55.79 | |
| 449 | 2009-08-30 15:06:19 | 52.02 | |
| 303 | 2009-08-24 08:30:35 | 48.73 |