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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1079 | 2010-03-01 23:25:14 | 53.67 | |
| 284 | 2009-09-23 19:00:40 | 47.48 | |
| 108 | 2009-09-09 16:39:02 | 48.39 |