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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 402 | 2016-05-09 08:17:12 | 70.22 | 89% |
| 394 | 2016-03-02 09:23:23 | 70.39 | 91% |