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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1573 | 2011-10-07 06:21:00 | 110.55 | 91% |
| 970 | 2011-04-06 21:18:03 | 114.51 | |
| 273 | 2011-02-22 09:11:32 | 107.15 |