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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41 | 2009-02-12 09:58:55 | 51.39 | |
| 26 | 2009-02-12 04:16:09 | 49.14 |