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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1198 | 2016-06-20 01:31:33 | 67.65 | 93% |
| 701 | 2016-05-24 20:40:17 | 60.56 | 90% |