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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 278 | 2009-06-24 03:42:47 | 36.95 | |
| 210 | 2009-06-17 08:19:59 | 36.33 | |
| 37 | 2009-06-09 07:01:28 | 26.14 |