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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 851 | 2009-02-17 03:10:56 | 81.41 | |
| 409 | 2009-01-25 23:45:10 | 86.35 | |
| 107 | 2009-01-08 05:34:08 | 71.50 |