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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 861 | 2012-08-10 07:46:04 | 55.44 | 94% |
| 782 | 2012-08-08 03:46:35 | 51.43 | 92% |