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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 590 | 2008-09-28 05:59:27 | 121.70 | |
| 483 | 2008-09-26 06:06:43 | 103.41 | |
| 128 | 2008-09-14 21:49:24 | 102.18 |