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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1175 | 2009-04-25 06:36:24 | 98.97 | |
| 131 | 2009-04-04 05:25:53 | 92.40 |