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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 403 | 2012-08-18 18:00:45 | 53.59 | 92% |
| 335 | 2012-08-08 07:05:30 | 51.25 | 94% |
| 313 | 2012-08-01 03:11:48 | 50.74 | 94% |