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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1654 | 2012-08-26 13:35:46 | 45.69 | 88% |
| 662 | 2012-05-17 23:12:04 | 41.84 | 90% |