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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 127 | 2010-01-07 17:29:26 | 89.26 | |
| 94 | 2010-01-06 05:47:49 | 79.51 |