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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 902 | 2011-03-09 10:46:29 | 48.58 | |
| 841 | 2011-03-08 09:15:50 | 53.63 | |
| 487 | 2011-03-01 23:27:34 | 53.10 |