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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 336 | 2009-03-10 15:12:13 | 48.16 | |
| 211 | 2009-02-12 15:50:18 | 41.51 | |
| 142 | 2009-02-07 16:48:13 | 35.39 | |
| 56 | 2009-01-27 15:39:24 | 26.18 |