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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2010-03-02 18:10:29 | 60.97 | |
| 579 | 2010-02-16 13:08:32 | 49.80 |