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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 919 | 2009-04-03 13:07:04 | 65.52 | |
| 622 | 2009-03-31 01:21:40 | 52.15 | |
| 450 | 2009-03-16 21:08:15 | 55.59 | |
| 28 | 2009-03-10 23:10:24 | 54.90 |