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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 362 | 2010-11-25 02:29:27 | 77.92 | |
| 156 | 2010-11-17 03:26:33 | 83.19 |