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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 453 | 2009-02-19 21:29:40 | 86.07 | |
| 284 | 2009-02-08 21:09:38 | 78.76 | |
| 141 | 2009-01-20 20:02:36 | 87.66 |