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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1605 | 2010-10-08 13:34:27 | 58.02 | |
| 1208 | 2010-07-20 05:29:17 | 73.64 | |
| 1059 | 2010-06-27 05:45:39 | 61.71 | |
| 634 | 2010-05-21 02:07:07 | 62.64 | |
| 329 | 2010-05-11 15:45:42 | 58.89 |