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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1301 | 2016-03-03 21:10:57 | 57.08 | 96% |
| 1217 | 2016-03-03 19:17:49 | 51.81 | 95% |
| 932 | 2016-03-01 20:04:19 | 55.00 | 96% |