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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 176 | 2009-03-20 09:27:21 | 89.45 | |
| 96 | 2009-02-14 06:10:27 | 77.75 |