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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1274 | 2010-04-14 19:02:21 | 95.31 | |
| 703 | 2009-09-12 00:18:02 | 86.75 | |
| 15 | 2009-02-23 05:47:26 | 68.03 |