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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 261 | 2009-04-23 14:48:47 | 124.46 | |
| 138 | 2009-02-27 22:58:24 | 131.33 |