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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 178 | 2009-10-14 13:24:41 | 100.35 | |
| 24 | 2009-04-11 00:43:33 | 98.84 |