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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350 | 2011-03-05 01:54:28 | 31.94 | |
111 | 2011-02-08 04:42:01 | 27.70 |