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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 689 | 2009-04-16 07:40:00 | 51.92 | |
| 438 | 2009-03-13 06:22:45 | 39.81 |