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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 236 | 2016-09-02 03:45:27 | 35.64 | 97% |
| 203 | 2016-09-01 01:56:28 | 32.01 | 93% |