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 |
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419 | 2011-10-05 08:36:37 | 47.37 | 96% |
147 | 2011-09-29 02:38:59 | 41.13 | 96% |