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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 342 | 2009-06-08 19:44:01 | 46.21 | |
| 170 | 2009-01-20 17:51:21 | 34.14 |