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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 781 | 2015-04-15 05:42:36 | 79.57 | 90% |
| 316 | 2015-02-09 06:12:59 | 71.60 | 91% |
| 256 | 2015-02-09 03:28:44 | 81.54 | 95% |