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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2009-10-02 06:18:44 | 31.78 | |
| 575 | 2009-08-31 03:38:17 | 35.26 | |
| 159 | 2009-06-09 04:22:23 | 34.98 | |
| 65 | 2009-04-17 09:12:24 | 28.48 |