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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 163 | 2010-07-29 17:48:45 | 46.31 | |
| 158 | 2010-07-29 17:35:12 | 42.49 | |
| 32 | 2010-07-27 15:44:40 | 45.45 |