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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 192 | 2008-10-21 13:30:42 | 67.88 | |
| 82 | 2008-10-09 11:14:33 | 66.08 |