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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1180 | 2010-11-25 14:40:06 | 58.46 | |
| 882 | 2010-11-07 00:17:31 | 66.60 | |
| 640 | 2010-10-31 17:14:51 | 56.20 | |
| 507 | 2010-10-22 02:40:16 | 52.22 |