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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1035 | 2009-03-31 14:15:44 | 71.48 | |
| 910 | 2009-03-30 04:34:33 | 66.74 | |
| 646 | 2009-03-26 04:35:54 | 62.19 | |
| 612 | 2009-03-23 03:08:33 | 76.25 | |
| 609 | 2009-03-23 03:04:35 | 69.89 | |
| 469 | 2009-03-21 15:38:33 | 64.45 |