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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1075 | 2010-11-28 10:34:52 | 42.40 | |
| 745 | 2010-11-14 10:52:15 | 36.77 | |
| 600 | 2010-11-10 07:28:41 | 32.00 |