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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1631 | 2011-04-28 09:58:09 | 64.75 | |
| 1376 | 2011-04-21 07:27:55 | 67.38 | |
| 239 | 2011-01-24 19:30:58 | 61.99 |