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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 392 | 2010-12-11 19:22:30 | 70.25 | |
| 195 | 2010-08-28 06:24:52 | 68.25 |