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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 249 | 2011-05-18 16:01:07 | 86.51 | 97% |
| 214 | 2011-04-18 15:51:03 | 80.07 | |
| 161 | 2011-02-27 10:15:00 | 79.19 |