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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 921 | 2009-12-10 15:01:13 | 51.53 | |
| 861 | 2009-11-21 13:01:21 | 44.07 |