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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 916 | 2012-02-28 04:19:41 | 48.15 | 92% |
| 757 | 2012-02-26 23:40:17 | 43.42 | 92% |
| 403 | 2012-02-15 05:42:03 | 50.80 | 96% |