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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1521 | 2016-03-26 18:58:35 | 49.24 | 88% |
| 953 | 2016-03-16 22:59:09 | 61.20 | 94% |
| 214 | 2016-03-10 17:52:04 | 63.35 | 96% |