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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 787 | 2009-07-04 16:17:45 | 66.11 | |
| 683 | 2009-06-29 23:48:29 | 57.18 | |
| 435 | 2009-06-21 19:49:59 | 60.68 |