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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 288 | 2010-03-26 17:47:42 | 84.38 | |
| 215 | 2010-03-24 14:25:25 | 91.77 | |
| 2 | 2010-03-15 19:08:18 | 75.20 |