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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 282 | 2010-12-19 05:31:47 | 93.55 | |
| 14 | 2010-12-17 05:07:25 | 88.69 |