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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 620 | 2011-07-16 15:28:03 | 85.54 | 99% |
| 481 | 2011-07-08 08:23:43 | 59.44 | 87% |
| 184 | 2011-07-02 14:38:08 | 63.69 | 90% |