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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1139 | 2008-12-06 01:04:51 | 81.52 | |
| 679 | 2008-11-06 15:50:57 | 66.28 | |
| 221 | 2008-10-20 11:06:12 | 54.48 | |
| 59 | 2008-10-16 04:04:29 | 51.15 |