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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 224 | 2012-03-25 05:48:50 | 62.43 | 91% |
| 219 | 2012-03-25 05:41:32 | 64.77 | 92% |