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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 231 | 2009-07-23 08:34:45 | 40.50 | |
| 190 | 2009-07-23 03:35:33 | 39.21 |