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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 611 | 2011-07-15 06:37:21 | 108.92 | 95% |
| 264 | 2011-03-15 01:22:04 | 115.10 | |
| 235 | 2011-03-15 00:21:09 | 103.50 |