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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 158 | 2009-09-05 10:02:08 | 50.55 | |
| 3 | 2009-08-27 10:49:14 | 44.79 |