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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1062 | 2011-08-15 19:28:58 | 56.38 | 94% |
| 737 | 2011-08-01 19:44:37 | 57.06 | 97% |