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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1459 | 2016-07-13 18:00:46 | 61.63 | 93% |
| 342 | 2016-04-04 18:31:01 | 53.37 | 93% |
| 315 | 2016-04-04 17:21:39 | 55.02 | 93% |