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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2402 | 2010-06-05 13:21:37 | 39.20 | |
| 907 | 2010-02-19 15:30:20 | 37.94 | |
| 457 | 2010-02-01 13:34:02 | 39.44 |