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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 853 | 2011-08-13 22:48:53 | 54.95 | 94% |
| 493 | 2011-08-03 12:52:44 | 44.59 | 91% |