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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 924 | 2009-11-02 07:05:31 | 87.92 | |
| 457 | 2009-09-11 00:03:21 | 105.84 | |
| 173 | 2009-08-27 06:42:30 | 93.17 | |
| 146 | 2009-08-26 08:52:07 | 89.18 | |
| 19 | 2009-08-19 15:09:40 | 81.51 |