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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 267 | 2008-09-28 04:43:21 | 120.86 | |
| 209 | 2008-09-25 07:43:47 | 121.51 | |
| 162 | 2008-09-24 07:39:35 | 118.84 | |
| 139 | 2008-09-17 11:58:29 | 114.88 |