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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 904 | 2009-11-17 14:32:02 | 49.45 | |
| 848 | 2009-11-15 12:40:14 | 45.51 | |
| 841 | 2009-11-15 11:45:11 | 39.65 | |
| 86 | 2009-10-18 14:17:23 | 29.83 |