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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1183 | 2009-01-27 22:26:33 | 124.96 | |
| 623 | 2009-01-11 22:52:52 | 134.69 | |
| 605 | 2009-01-11 22:36:35 | 146.07 | |
| 408 | 2009-01-07 22:46:33 | 124.29 |