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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2280 | 2010-04-22 09:18:45 | 65.57 | |
| 1460 | 2010-03-18 14:39:23 | 55.44 | |
| 592 | 2010-02-01 00:20:38 | 63.17 |