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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 247 | 2008-09-26 18:01:29 | 55.91 | |
| 236 | 2008-09-23 01:14:50 | 54.35 | |
| 139 | 2008-09-15 18:15:12 | 54.46 |