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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1005 | 2008-12-20 16:35:22 | 52.90 | |
| 628 | 2008-12-05 18:28:56 | 51.03 | |
| 389 | 2008-12-01 18:08:25 | 49.26 |