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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 170 | 2009-03-17 11:55:27 | 44.14 | |
| 80 | 2009-02-19 12:56:42 | 42.30 |