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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 717 | 2009-07-25 06:29:53 | 45.71 | |
| 581 | 2009-05-21 13:26:55 | 34.57 | |
| 388 | 2009-05-11 08:39:44 | 39.63 | |
| 100 | 2009-04-23 11:37:12 | 36.55 |