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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1572 | 2010-09-18 01:27:21 | 58.01 | |
| 1440 | 2010-09-17 00:48:52 | 55.16 | |
| 191 | 2010-08-24 16:32:16 | 50.92 |