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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1002 | 2014-11-29 05:20:45 | 85.30 | 95% |
| 164 | 2014-04-03 05:45:35 | 88.24 | 95% |