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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 627 | 2013-02-01 14:32:15 | 123.30 | 96% |
| 148 | 2013-01-18 14:01:23 | 103.68 | 96% |
| 125 | 2013-01-17 15:55:36 | 101.37 | 93% |