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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 136 | 2010-06-14 23:21:33 | 62.15 | |
| 98 | 2010-06-03 20:59:46 | 64.28 |