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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 377 | 2009-12-17 19:38:59 | 77.11 | |
| 200 | 2009-12-04 19:54:43 | 74.32 | |
| 85 | 2009-12-02 06:35:46 | 78.38 |