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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 444 | 2011-07-28 08:40:06 | 123.11 | 11% |
| 231 | 2011-07-17 09:56:52 | 123.35 | 11% |