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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1005 | 2010-11-24 02:45:01 | 49.60 | |
| 195 | 2010-11-01 15:51:22 | 38.92 | |
| 147 | 2010-10-28 17:26:14 | 39.52 |