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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 470 | 2010-06-19 16:47:12 | 100.54 | |
| 159 | 2010-04-07 06:00:20 | 107.37 |