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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 256 | 2009-10-17 21:46:07 | 67.31 | |
| 60 | 2009-10-16 19:24:10 | 69.11 |