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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 176 | 2009-12-18 17:42:51 | 102.13 | |
| 37 | 2009-10-20 22:57:43 | 85.64 | |
| 24 | 2009-10-20 21:34:10 | 81.94 |