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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1820 | 2011-07-17 01:14:29 | 90.21 | 98% |
| 1380 | 2011-07-02 23:30:11 | 77.21 | 94% |
| 894 | 2011-06-10 21:02:38 | 95.95 | 99% |
| 491 | 2011-06-06 04:01:55 | 84.77 | 95% |