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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 545 | 2009-04-22 22:40:08 | 58.28 | |
| 486 | 2009-04-17 23:22:36 | 61.93 | |
| 445 | 2009-04-14 09:12:37 | 51.81 | |
| 353 | 2009-04-05 07:07:52 | 53.56 | |
| 286 | 2009-04-03 13:46:54 | 50.51 | |
| 210 | 2009-04-01 19:59:37 | 45.17 |