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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1567 | 2010-08-08 14:34:41 | 86.45 | |
| 1286 | 2010-07-11 08:51:24 | 85.01 | |
| 1076 | 2010-06-18 15:16:14 | 73.84 |