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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 144 | 2008-10-05 03:20:56 | 66.98 | |
| 21 | 2008-10-02 05:28:47 | 68.29 |