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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22 | 2011-04-19 15:42:33 | 53.50 | |
| 19 | 2011-04-19 15:20:18 | 53.29 |