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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1853 | 2010-10-16 19:55:54 | 59.76 | |
| 1345 | 2010-09-24 18:18:10 | 57.24 | |
| 893 | 2010-09-06 20:49:13 | 71.61 |