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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2011-06-17 07:40:34 | 40.41 | 89% |
| 388 | 2011-05-23 10:57:10 | 31.09 | 80% |
| 47 | 2011-05-14 19:42:04 | 34.15 | 91% |