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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 390 | 2009-05-12 14:19:59 | 93.06 | |
| 224 | 2009-03-30 12:57:40 | 92.50 | |
| 136 | 2009-03-26 14:47:27 | 103.53 | |
| 42 | 2009-03-10 12:29:44 | 97.29 | |
| 7 | 2009-03-09 11:56:28 | 87.85 |