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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 940 | 2012-09-18 01:47:58 | 39.45 | 97% |
| 562 | 2012-08-09 02:08:18 | 33.08 | 91% |
| 198 | 2012-07-12 03:30:37 | 34.98 | 96% |