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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 339 | 2010-03-17 20:35:28 | 121.86 | |
| 193 | 2010-02-25 16:42:29 | 119.83 | |
| 71 | 2010-02-22 16:48:00 | 95.02 |