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 | 2009-10-06 23:57:23 | 98.42 | |
| 136 | 2009-10-04 21:18:34 | 91.62 |