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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 698 | 2010-02-11 06:19:45 | 68.85 | |
| 281 | 2010-01-28 10:23:40 | 80.71 |