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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 855 | 2009-04-19 06:31:53 | 120.04 | |
| 776 | 2009-03-22 05:39:54 | 128.07 | |
| 687 | 2009-02-01 16:52:03 | 105.81 | |
| 650 | 2009-01-31 04:54:57 | 139.60 | |
| 162 | 2009-01-02 00:37:24 | 118.60 | |
| 105 | 2009-01-01 22:25:26 | 135.69 |