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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2012-05-04 18:00:16 | 43.19 | 89% |
| 155 | 2012-04-30 18:07:18 | 42.77 | 86% |