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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 711 | 2012-12-19 20:38:53 | 63.47 | 94% |
| 689 | 2012-12-14 17:07:46 | 63.17 | 92% |