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 |
---|---|---|---|
1308 | 2011-03-24 04:47:04 | 67.32 | |
990 | 2011-01-06 03:46:52 | 48.40 | |
119 | 2010-12-14 05:14:14 | 52.54 |