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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 908 | 2009-07-28 12:55:30 | 107.34 | |
| 723 | 2009-06-25 07:27:43 | 112.66 | |
| 395 | 2008-12-23 16:02:23 | 108.11 |