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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 309 | 2010-12-26 18:55:17 | 38.50 | |
| 289 | 2010-12-25 14:04:12 | 39.60 | |
| 6 | 2010-11-30 08:03:26 | 28.57 |