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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1166 | 2009-03-25 08:43:59 | 65.49 | |
| 1099 | 2009-03-20 13:57:47 | 63.22 | |
| 872 | 2009-03-05 09:26:59 | 68.15 | |
| 758 | 2009-02-25 19:26:50 | 62.39 | |
| 705 | 2009-02-21 16:31:44 | 66.72 | |
| 598 | 2009-02-19 18:36:22 | 56.02 | |
| 273 | 2009-02-03 18:10:10 | 61.40 |