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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 186 | 2011-01-29 19:06:30 | 106.04 | |
| 168 | 2011-01-29 15:49:09 | 101.52 | |
| 135 | 2011-01-28 02:16:31 | 96.59 |