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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 897 | 2012-01-09 10:08:34 | 79.76 | 99% |
| 668 | 2011-12-29 09:55:57 | 57.15 | 95% |