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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 362 | 2012-03-21 16:58:03 | 76.74 | 98% |
| 324 | 2012-03-19 19:47:23 | 75.25 | 98% |
| 251 | 2012-03-07 16:21:51 | 71.81 | 95% |
| 177 | 2012-03-02 17:58:55 | 70.19 | 98% |
| 176 | 2012-03-02 17:58:06 | 70.49 | 96% |
| 14 | 2012-02-22 18:22:14 | 72.59 | 99% |