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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 370 | 2011-04-01 02:23:46 | 49.46 | |
| 123 | 2011-02-14 13:38:53 | 43.02 |