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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 236 | 2010-04-28 16:53:16 | 52.89 | |
| 101 | 2010-03-08 20:13:22 | 41.15 |