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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 82 | 2009-10-26 20:48:45 | 62.92 | |
| 3 | 2009-04-21 23:39:11 | 62.79 |