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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 127 | 2010-12-27 12:38:22 | 72.35 | |
| 67 | 2010-12-09 12:02:28 | 66.40 |