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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 125 | 2008-09-07 14:33:48 | 87.60 | |
| 53 | 2008-09-03 23:17:19 | 98.80 |