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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1231 | 2009-05-07 09:10:57 | 65.76 | |
| 1138 | 2009-05-06 09:36:37 | 69.31 | |
| 315 | 2009-04-27 06:51:43 | 72.12 | |
| 204 | 2009-04-26 10:10:41 | 50.90 |