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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 130 | 2009-09-23 07:49:54 | 49.62 | |
| 112 | 2009-09-18 20:29:45 | 52.49 |