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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1382 | 2009-07-05 19:08:31 | 87.06 | |
| 1317 | 2009-05-21 04:20:08 | 85.80 | |
| 932 | 2009-04-29 05:37:12 | 78.05 |