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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 91 | 2008-10-07 12:06:57 | 111.44 | |
| 35 | 2008-10-06 23:20:40 | 97.26 |