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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 162 | 2009-03-20 03:51:12 | 90.79 | |
| 138 | 2009-03-10 17:10:24 | 98.40 | |
| 117 | 2009-03-10 16:51:18 | 91.28 | |
| 114 | 2009-03-10 16:42:49 | 92.47 |