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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 250 | 2009-11-04 05:41:02 | 42.22 | |
| 201 | 2009-11-03 09:26:48 | 41.34 | |
| 13 | 2009-10-22 06:05:29 | 34.32 |