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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 300 | 2010-09-23 03:58:08 | 71.68 | |
| 144 | 2010-09-21 16:11:58 | 75.71 | |
| 129 | 2010-09-21 15:54:44 | 73.89 |