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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1509 | 2009-06-19 09:43:04 | 98.84 | |
| 1429 | 2009-05-27 06:02:25 | 74.34 | |
| 1221 | 2009-03-28 08:24:51 | 86.32 | |
| 329 | 2009-02-09 04:50:04 | 77.94 |