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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 796 | 2010-03-25 17:56:53 | 52.09 | |
| 772 | 2010-02-10 10:18:24 | 71.48 | |
| 534 | 2008-11-04 09:42:58 | 71.71 | |
| 519 | 2008-11-03 15:37:47 | 65.31 | |
| 412 | 2008-10-31 06:56:46 | 61.63 | |
| 246 | 2008-10-29 11:43:45 | 60.92 |