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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 123 | 2016-11-25 10:55:04 | 58.11 | 97% |
| 15 | 2016-11-21 09:56:15 | 46.57 | 90% |