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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1125 | 2011-06-15 01:51:47 | 80.30 | 95% |
| 260 | 2011-04-30 13:48:39 | 74.49 |