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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 387 | 2009-10-04 07:20:38 | 60.79 | |
| 80 | 2009-06-29 13:39:00 | 51.59 | |
| 66 | 2009-06-29 13:20:05 | 57.67 |