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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 139 | 2010-01-16 01:13:24 | 49.78 | |
| 7 | 2010-01-15 20:03:18 | 44.22 |