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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 708 | 2008-12-31 14:08:24 | 60.62 | |
| 574 | 2008-12-25 12:47:02 | 62.19 | |
| 486 | 2008-12-15 00:47:52 | 50.66 |