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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 244 | 2008-12-27 03:09:45 | 106.92 | |
| 131 | 2008-12-19 17:04:08 | 111.72 |