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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1201 | 2009-09-23 15:49:33 | 66.14 | |
| 733 | 2009-04-27 05:13:36 | 68.62 | |
| 201 | 2009-02-03 14:20:44 | 60.63 |