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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 894 | 2011-01-07 17:53:32 | 47.24 | |
| 4 | 2010-11-30 18:14:30 | 36.45 |