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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 225 | 2009-01-23 14:01:56 | 43.93 | |
| 216 | 2009-01-23 13:47:59 | 51.45 | |
| 106 | 2009-01-23 07:38:47 | 30.80 |