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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1108 | 2013-04-12 00:40:19 | 52.17 | 92% |
| 691 | 2013-04-02 23:37:34 | 53.52 | 92% |
| 531 | 2013-03-27 16:49:03 | 50.58 | 92% |