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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 752 | 2012-02-04 14:42:12 | 67.41 | 92% |
| 552 | 2012-01-23 04:57:45 | 55.68 | 91% |
| 512 | 2012-01-22 03:17:22 | 59.82 | 93% |