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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 367 | 2010-02-21 17:04:16 | 107.22 | |
| 363 | 2010-02-21 16:54:51 | 97.43 | |
| 223 | 2009-08-06 16:09:12 | 86.58 |