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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 132 | 2010-02-08 12:04:37 | 67.22 | |
| 100 | 2010-02-07 06:25:31 | 70.93 |