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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 327 | 2009-06-23 00:48:08 | 105.97 | |
| 298 | 2009-06-22 22:34:23 | 87.67 | |
| 113 | 2009-06-11 18:14:02 | 76.92 |