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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1069 | 2012-07-18 16:03:06 | 51.75 | 92% |
| 668 | 2012-07-06 10:42:37 | 44.63 | 92% |