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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 707 | 2009-09-18 07:55:50 | 72.77 | |
| 558 | 2009-09-09 07:05:07 | 69.24 | |
| 402 | 2009-09-03 11:45:15 | 66.87 | |
| 34 | 2009-08-24 08:53:42 | 58.37 |