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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 559 | 2010-03-23 11:05:12 | 73.86 | |
| 505 | 2010-03-22 19:27:14 | 68.70 | |
| 426 | 2010-03-22 17:56:59 | 77.50 |