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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 141 | 2011-06-08 12:21:22 | 101.58 | 92% |
| 95 | 2011-06-08 06:50:26 | 97.07 | 100% |