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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 52 | 2008-08-10 00:47:33 | 120.49 | |
| 32 | 2008-08-09 03:38:35 | 107.30 |