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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 906 | 2009-04-15 19:37:06 | 73.19 | |
| 443 | 2009-03-01 04:24:00 | 68.64 |