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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 799 | 2009-10-04 22:08:30 | 90.07 | |
| 646 | 2009-10-03 18:22:26 | 81.38 | |
| 284 | 2009-10-03 11:28:20 | 90.37 |