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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 777 | 2012-08-03 16:14:40 | 37.15 | 95% |
| 268 | 2012-07-21 14:22:45 | 33.65 | 92% |
| 204 | 2012-07-18 18:55:35 | 31.56 | 96% |