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 |
---|---|---|---|
128 | 2009-03-14 21:04:22 | 113.73 | |
104 | 2009-03-14 20:13:26 | 122.01 | |
90 | 2009-03-14 20:03:28 | 97.83 | |
77 | 2009-03-14 19:53:26 | 105.65 |