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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 845 | 2009-10-01 01:09:22 | 55.28 | |
| 836 | 2009-09-30 14:44:57 | 52.26 | |
| 516 | 2009-09-22 14:14:28 | 28.63 | |
| 231 | 2009-09-12 14:45:42 | 41.97 |