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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 595 | 2012-10-03 22:57:08 | 48.07 | 94% |
| 311 | 2012-09-05 23:53:44 | 38.78 | 94% |