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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 320 | 2009-04-08 21:39:43 | 47.29 | |
| 87 | 2009-03-26 20:35:17 | 57.67 |