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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1367 | 2011-02-07 23:56:17 | 62.11 | |
| 937 | 2011-02-04 00:03:58 | 60.34 | |
| 724 | 2011-02-02 20:52:42 | 60.24 | |
| 197 | 2011-01-26 19:43:14 | 52.12 | |
| 116 | 2011-01-26 16:16:07 | 55.94 |