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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1157 | 2015-03-30 19:36:48 | 85.16 | 97% |
| 598 | 2015-02-25 19:08:08 | 79.25 | 98% |