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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 205 | 2009-08-27 20:00:06 | 64.52 | |
| 170 | 2009-07-13 22:06:17 | 73.28 | |
| 53 | 2008-08-13 16:56:50 | 55.52 |