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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 108 | 2008-09-24 04:31:18 | 121.94 | |
| 40 | 2008-09-23 02:07:50 | 103.25 |