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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 396 | 2010-02-26 05:23:43 | 37.60 | |
| 237 | 2010-02-12 21:03:37 | 30.32 | |
| 231 | 2010-02-12 18:49:46 | 29.44 | |
| 54 | 2010-01-17 17:36:39 | 27.31 |