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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 392 | 2008-11-17 22:44:20 | 35.59 | |
| 288 | 2008-10-28 22:38:59 | 35.48 | |
| 191 | 2008-10-17 23:52:32 | 33.49 | |
| 107 | 2008-10-10 19:33:12 | 29.02 |