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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 841 | 2012-04-27 10:36:20 | 47.54 | 95% |
| 681 | 2012-04-25 12:34:58 | 24.57 | 85% |