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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 984 | 2009-09-07 16:51:47 | 51.81 | |
| 547 | 2009-08-25 12:05:32 | 53.33 | |
| 183 | 2009-08-13 11:19:12 | 46.58 | |
| 116 | 2009-08-10 17:14:19 | 42.20 | |
| 90 | 2009-08-09 12:14:58 | 45.18 | |
| 86 | 2009-08-07 16:23:08 | 37.17 |