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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 173 | 2012-12-18 02:39:23 | 134.68 | 92% |
| 48 | 2012-12-17 22:08:12 | 120.07 | 96% |