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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 980 | 2010-02-21 01:12:39 | 62.67 | |
| 679 | 2010-01-10 00:08:21 | 57.06 |