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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1036 | 2009-10-02 04:15:45 | 101.75 | |
| 482 | 2009-04-27 03:34:37 | 74.92 | |
| 342 | 2009-04-21 05:09:14 | 72.10 | |
| 295 | 2009-04-18 06:27:14 | 80.92 |