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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 107 | 2010-02-05 07:39:39 | 77.40 | |
| 46 | 2010-02-05 01:24:09 | 75.47 |