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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2010-11-04 10:47:57 | 83.48 | |
| 646 | 2010-10-18 18:57:29 | 81.68 | |
| 91 | 2010-09-17 10:20:24 | 77.60 |