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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 116 | 2016-03-07 19:59:08 | 130.62 | 99% |
| 113 | 2016-03-02 22:12:34 | 121.07 | 99% |