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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1274 | 2012-03-04 01:28:37 | 66.29 | 90% |
| 1178 | 2012-02-24 00:35:41 | 57.86 | 88% |
| 1161 | 2012-02-23 22:45:08 | 57.75 | 90% |