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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 403 | 2012-10-30 22:16:02 | 86.60 | 100% |
| 144 | 2012-10-08 21:13:50 | 77.63 | 95% |