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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 518 | 2011-07-25 19:38:45 | 53.87 | 97% |
| 192 | 2011-02-10 19:40:37 | 39.61 |