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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1050 | 2011-08-24 19:04:03 | 61.24 | 96% |
| 871 | 2011-07-07 19:26:57 | 57.66 | 94% |
| 853 | 2011-07-05 11:15:24 | 48.71 | 88% |