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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 746 | 2010-09-20 06:36:54 | 47.67 | |
| 303 | 2010-02-20 13:49:49 | 47.77 |