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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 498 | 2010-10-07 19:24:57 | 57.15 | |
| 78 | 2010-09-19 18:03:46 | 52.27 |