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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 240 | 2009-12-08 15:03:41 | 69.42 | |
| 86 | 2009-12-02 14:55:32 | 68.64 | |
| 54 | 2009-12-02 14:20:05 | 73.16 |