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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 730 | 2009-08-11 05:27:59 | 53.82 | |
| 373 | 2009-07-08 15:20:37 | 53.55 | |
| 295 | 2009-06-30 05:15:40 | 54.81 | |
| 255 | 2009-06-26 04:52:01 | 51.17 | |
| 133 | 2009-06-17 06:54:21 | 47.68 | |
| 27 | 2009-06-11 12:58:49 | 50.53 |