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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 412 | 2010-03-07 02:49:16 | 97.91 | |
| 305 | 2010-03-01 04:03:18 | 100.42 | |
| 227 | 2010-02-25 10:53:08 | 108.29 |