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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 196 | 2010-02-09 15:23:59 | 74.21 | |
| 191 | 2010-02-09 15:16:34 | 72.95 |