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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 697 | 2010-11-15 16:10:20 | 63.69 | |
| 399 | 2010-04-06 13:06:47 | 51.31 |