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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 763 | 2010-03-25 12:19:14 | 73.69 | |
| 706 | 2010-02-06 09:23:28 | 60.04 |