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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 367 | 2011-03-11 13:45:31 | 39.01 | |
| 274 | 2011-03-09 11:33:03 | 38.15 |