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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 974 | 2009-02-19 11:30:41 | 54.52 | |
| 7 | 2009-01-13 13:24:39 | 42.69 |