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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1446 | 2011-08-25 09:06:38 | 46.76 | 89% |
| 1006 | 2011-08-15 10:56:40 | 61.87 | 97% |