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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 362 | 2014-07-16 22:51:39 | 101.11 | 97% |
| 345 | 2014-07-16 19:51:59 | 115.64 | 99% |