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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1089 | 2009-11-24 23:36:31 | 58.81 | |
| 673 | 2009-11-20 21:54:41 | 66.50 | |
| 370 | 2009-11-19 22:41:36 | 67.99 |