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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 528 | 2011-03-05 21:42:43 | 89.69 | |
| 366 | 2011-02-22 20:50:55 | 94.50 | |
| 300 | 2011-02-10 20:26:21 | 84.80 | |
| 172 | 2011-01-08 15:36:00 | 70.00 |