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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 519 | 2015-03-06 21:48:39 | 37.78 | 92% |
| 314 | 2015-03-02 18:47:19 | 32.88 | 91% |
| 83 | 2015-02-24 22:02:34 | 29.54 | 90% |