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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 450 | 2012-02-22 16:54:10 | 55.39 | 92% |
| 439 | 2012-02-22 10:10:27 | 59.64 | 94% |