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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 648 | 2009-03-16 06:54:22 | 49.71 | |
| 244 | 2009-01-10 06:35:38 | 43.62 |