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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 319 | 2011-09-22 00:53:42 | 125.79 | 100% |
| 9 | 2011-09-13 23:48:36 | 121.11 | 99% |