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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 376 | 2011-07-06 15:34:57 | 80.02 | 97% |
| 260 | 2011-06-26 09:34:18 | 67.67 | 92% |
| 77 | 2011-06-25 05:46:43 | 58.49 | 91% |