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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 731 | 2010-03-29 12:00:44 | 35.87 | |
| 414 | 2010-03-20 02:36:38 | 39.21 | |
| 7 | 2010-03-16 00:05:31 | 31.97 |