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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1356 | 2010-06-17 16:32:17 | 77.57 | |
| 697 | 2010-04-29 17:38:50 | 60.34 |