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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1000 | 2014-02-17 12:43:41 | 54.78 | 94% |
| 684 | 2014-02-07 07:22:26 | 55.82 | 96% |
| 343 | 2014-02-02 16:08:02 | 42.74 | 90% |