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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1204 | 2012-09-07 00:43:45 | 66.03 | 84% |
| 572 | 2012-06-20 11:39:33 | 62.92 | 80% |
| 244 | 2012-06-06 08:20:04 | 67.88 | 84% |